The Race

Whilst I was riding
early last eve
a peculiar thing happened
you'll scarcely believe
just to the left
out of the corner of my eye
I caught some motion
it was a surprise

The squirrel was fast
along the fence top did he
run along  at breakneck speed
I chuckled to myself
but it did keep pace
it was clear to me
it wanted to race

A race it would be
man versus beast
defeat by the squirrel
was not to be
I could sense the challenge
in it's beady eyes
down the boulevard
we did fly

A man did approach
I veered to the left
he looked astonished
the squirrel just leapt
over the branch
that suddenly appeared
I took the advantage
and increased my speed

Half a block to go
then the fence would end
me and the squirrel
were neck and neck
racing for pride
who would be beat
we increased the pace
hearts setting the beat

Then it happened
a scrabble and a squeak
the squirrel had crashed
into a tree
the poor little guy
didn't see the branch
that had snaked across
his narrowing path

The end of the race
it happened to be
but defeat for the squirrel
brought no pride to me
I laughed to myself
then shook my head
and then I thanked God
for all he had sent.