Different Eyes Poem by Manonton Dalan

I was practicing my swing precision
to increase my forward power move
i keep on slipping off grass, wet
spikes were of fraction efficiency
when dealing with overgrowth, week
too much elements to consider, clue

i did my thirty minutes drill, sweat
watch hit marks; straighter than most
pick uprooted grass; planted it back
my puppy came and tried to dig it up
and look at me; seem to be wondering
why am i punishing grass for no reason