The First Book: 2nd Poem

there was a woman in my garden
she held a blue ball aloft
and when she placed it in her mouth
she coughed
discreetly, just a little wheeze
she smiled like Minnie Mouse
such an athletic tease!
and i felt the morning breeze
and intrinsically knew
which way this new wind blew
then across the street i saw ahead
a private place where balls are red
planted in the forest soil
near the laurel bush by a thin-barked tree
a promising facility
but how expensive would it be?
i gave chase and tried my best;
she was hiding somewhere near, i guessed,
far from the definite
and elusive, yet
for want of that woman i still tried
when a heavy numbness gripped my side.
exhausted, pale, and terrified
she vanished in the changing night,
shot like an arrow taking flight.