Running away with it

The ball sat watching me then
it spoke to me,
"Take me away, my friend"
The laces fit snugly in my hand,
arm cradled around my precious,
feet keeping time like
thundering hooves,
fast as a cheetah I sprint
past drop-jawed onlookers,
weaving my way into and out of
crowds trying to stop me.
I collapse,
exhausted in the end-zone,
famished past the finish line,
yet triumphant through the ticker tape.
now you just have to try and catch me 
next time.

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