“an interesting place to hold a race”
the Weasel said to the Badger
“i recall the dare of the Tortoise and Hare
which took place on this very track
but who will win in this battle of wits
the Ostrich or the Canary
the Canary can fly like wind in the sky
but the Ostrich can move swiftly
it’s tough to decide but i have my eye
on the Ostrich and his long legs
so will you take my bet? you will regret
that’s the fastest Ostrich in town”
the Badger smiled, “you are no liar
that Ostrich can move fast on his feet
the Canary, however, is quite clever
he will have a trick up his sleeve”
the Canary and Ostrich had trained for days
and now the race was underway
“we’ll have a good, clean race now” the Bulldog said
they say cheaters get fixed in the end
the Announcer Yak’s voice boomed through the speakers
“the Ostrich has left us in dust
and the canary soared off with a large gust
it’s anyone’s race this match is tough”
soon the contenders were away from the crowd
it was just the two of them now
twenty minutes passed and still no words spoken
concentration would not be broken
the hatred they had grown for one another
they wouldn’t look at each other
quarrels and arguments broke out every night
this race would decide who was right
the said conflict occurred a fort-night ago
they decided that very night
the question of who was right would be answered
at the place the Hare lost his Will
the mighty finish line was upon them now
their feud would end in just a few feet
the crowd was screaming as they were neck and neck
who would win this dirty, Fowl bet
they moved so fast the world around them was slow
feathers and dust left on the track
as they crossed the line, the Ostrich stretched his neck
he won literally by a nose
the Canary skulked away in his defeat
the Ostrich chased down the small bird
“looks like i won the battle this time old friend
i just don’t remember why that is”
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 