Clove A #poem from cloves point of view The feast is at dawn All the tributes are waiting We’re hiding in the forests, Watching, anticipating When the table appears Foxface runs out and grabs her pack I would try to follow and kill her But I have other people to track Cato and I devised a plan, To take down Kaniss Everdeen. This seems like an easy task, But she’s nowhere to be seen. Then I see her. She runs out of the woods. I get up and run after her. I throw my knife, it cuts her forehead, All she probably sees is a blur. She takes her bow, and points the arrow, But I know that it will miss. I tackle her down, and pin her to the ground, "want to blow lover boy one last kiss?" She struggles it’s useless, She spits in my face, "alright, let’s get started" And her mouth I begin to trace My knife pierces the tip of her lip, And I smile in victory, Although I plan to kill this girl, Fate has something else for me. I feel myself being pulled away, Up and off the ground. My knife drops to the floor, and I begin to scream, As my arms start flailing around I’m flipped around, and thrown down, I can see the face of my true killer It’s thresh. From 11. He begins to speak; "what’d you do to that little girl? You kill her?" "No! No, it wasn’t me!" I say, I want to call for Cato. But my throat tightens up, I cannot breath, How i will get out of this, I don’t even know. I notice the rock, in Thresh’s hand, And the connection, I make quick, If I don’t call Cato soon enough, thresh will kill me faster than you can break a stick. "Cato! Cato!" I scream for him, "clove!" I hear him call, But then I see the rock descending, And my temple breaks it’s fall. My head spins, as I lie in pain, And conversations fade away, Soon Thresh and Katniss leave me there to die, But Cato comes anyway. "Clove, don’t die. Don’t leave me like this. We could’ve beaten them, we could’ve won!” My head hurts too much to even speak, But I smile, as I see the rise of the sun. "Clove, I love you. I truly do. You can’t leave. You can’t leave me!” As he grabs my hands, I can see tears, Flowing from his eyes freely. I lie on the ground, while Cato cries, And my breathing begins to slow. The pain in my head, seems to vanish And soon Cato will have to go. "clove, you really are the best ally I ever had.” As Cato says, my eyes also tear, For the thought of me dead makes me sad. He still stays with me, and my breathing is so slow, I can feel my minutes tick away. But even though, I’m dying slowly, With me, Cato still stays. Is this how it feels like? Is this how I die? I hope that this isn’t the truth. I carefully close my eyes, and relax a bit, As my hair, Cato smooth’s. I open my eyes once more, and take a look at the world, And I’m happy I get to see the sun rise. I look at Cato’s face, and I smile weakly, And that’s when I know I have died.