BAT A stick so tough that enrages a ball. It swivels and shocks the body with its beat. A fly in the air and runs escalate in numbers. The wood in itself sings glories of who held them. Willow bark wrinkles but the cracks are filled again. Escaping the runs to win or lose then goes hand in hand. Roughness and its tinge screams of unknown times. Since the time, it was made the bat is a different kind. Gripped perfectly and you can understand the craze. Cricket is incomplete within its bat. BALL Rolls in the air to give runs and numbers. Caught in the hands of the player with fumbles. Rushes to cross the boundary giving a four or six. Leather, Cosco are the types that make it. It twirls with the wind and taps before the leg. Or it can bounce twice to hit the wickets. Caught with the wicketkeeper with utter patience. Can make the crowd shout as a sixer is placed. Breaks and taints windows or panes when hit. But cricket is incomplete without its kin.