Competition Without Sports
(“…one for the birds”)
By Billy Gilbreath, Guest writer
A sports nut, condemned to watching
Only nascar racing, reruns and poker
None of these I would consider a sport.
Pardon my expressions to some of you
Turning to nature and the great outdoors
Hearing the sound of the birds and squirrel
The sounds urged me to get a clear view
Peering through the clear glass door
Allowed me to follow the vivid noise
Oops there goes the squirrel in the tree
Black bird, the one hated, called grackle
Swooped down, and three heavy pecks
Quickly relaying the move on message
Swiftly, with tail waving, disappeared
Three pecks and you are out saying bird.
The feeder full and an abundance below
Brings many, cardinals. Sparrows, doves
Occasionally a blue jay or purple finch
Arriving for the early morning breakfast
First the Cardinal who claims the sunflower
Then the others taking what is available
Then the Blue Jay who desires sunflower
The battle began with the all-out struggle
Those Blue Jays seem to throw heavily
With that long, sharp and deadly beak
Backing off the cardinal quickly moved
To the extended wooden branches above
Looking down, disappearing in obvious loss
As in sports, Cardinal zero, Blue Jay one
Competition, Competition everywhere
Even those nuisance weeds are competing
Hopefully the green fescue will be the winner
Surely there is an application to our lives
Be it the numerous temptations around?
“The test of your faith produces perseverance.”
Not my words but read it in James 1:3
Billy Gilbreath, 3/17/2020
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