Courtside Seat
The stage was set:
It was ten in the morning,
The crowd took their seats —
Anxious, patiently waiting.
And then, it started:
A tall man dressed in black
Made the first move; in no mood
To cut the opposition slack.
Saw it all — the trash talk,
Rising tempers, and profanities,
Whispers in the sidelines,
Devising counter strategies.
The air became hotter,
The atmosphere grew tense,
Unfolding in front of the crowd,
Each move started to make sense.
A fifteen minute recess,
Time for introspection,
The crowd took a breather,
Wondering about the ramification.
Papers were passed around
After much deliberation,
A sudden change in approach
Took it in another direction.
The opposition grew nervous;
Intimidated, but alert,
Foreheads sparkled with beads
Of sweat, and patches on their shirts.
The conclusion was near,
They were guilty of the crime,
A bang on the wood declared the end,
The convict had to serve jail time.
