The Base Stealer by Robert Francis

Poised between going on and back,  pulled
Both ways taut  like a tightrope- walker, 
Fingertips pointing the opposites,
Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ball 
Or a kid skipping rope, come on, come on,
Running a scattering of steps sidewise,
How he teeters, skitters, tingles, teases,
Taunts them, hover like an ecstatic bird,
He's only flirting, crowd him, crowd him,
Delicate, delicate, delicate, delicate-now!