Volleyball

Crouched and ready I wait for the spike,
My feet touching the floor ever so light.
An open hand and the spike is a “tip,”
Someone yells as I bite my lip.
I spring into action and dive for the ball.
I stretch out my hand and make contact as I fall.
It’s a perfect up and I roll out’ a the way
As the setter sets and our team makes the play.
Of course it’s a kill and our team wins the volley
And all because I made NO folly!