The Contest by Balisha

The contest started years ago...between my friend and I..

The simple rules were this...the first a bird to spy.

The little bird in question was a Junco dear..

Some people call it Snowbird...this is what I hear.

When gay October rolls around and and we're looking at the trees..

The leaves are falling everywhere.. whenever there's a breeze.

My friend and I love autumn, but our eyes are on the ground..

These little Juncos come and feed and never make a sound.

They clean up little seeds that other birdies scatter..

They fall upon the ground...it doesn't really matter.

These tiny little creatures are here to warn of snow..

We both love them so dearly, this is what I know.

The telephone rang yesterday.. it was early in the day..

I answered, it was Nancy, she had only called to say.

"I just saw a little Junco he was flying to and fro..

I love him oh so dearly, but soon there will be snow."

This day was very special.. it was her birthday I will tell..

The day she won the contest and was feeling oh so swell.

You won the game dear Nancy, but be ready to give cheer..

For I'll take the glory from you in just another year.

The little bird will come again ...I'll tell you one and all..

I'll spy the little visitor and be the first to call.

Balisha