The Foe From The Clouds.

I head outside, and bide my time.

Until the foe hit, it kind of stung a bit. I thought I was ready.

I held steady, and went into battle.

There was a chance I would lose if I were alone, but I had backup.

The enemy came from the sky, and swarmed me everywhere,

Now that I think about it things were never fair. I fight with my life on the line, until the only attacks were mine. Everything was fine, I was just dirty, and wet.

It was a fight in my backyard. The swarm was vicious, and it came from the clouds, and in the end I was proud, because my foe was unbeatable.

We ran them away, but now they can stay because now if we fight. 

It’s considered play.

So now I’m to old, and it is out of my control.