Creation's Creatures (By Rachel, My Kindred Spirit) - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
When the Creative God,
And mayhap Mother Nature,
Began to shape the animals
That populate the Earth,
They found extremes on either end
Of what would please the likes of man.
For charm, let us investigate
The lovely Bower-bird.
Black and silky, bright of eye
So sleek, with looks to please.
It has, besides, a charming way
For boy and girl to meet.
The boy will build a bower-house
With fancy decoration.
All designed to please the eye
Of any passing lady.
Arranging buttons, shells or blooms
In varied thoughtful patterns,
The lady looks and chooses one
That finally meets her fancy.
Now she is his and they are we,
and baby birds will follow.
Creative God and Mother Nature
Together told this tale.
The spectrum at the other end
Harbors the naked mole-rat.
Alive in tunnels underground
They're blind and hairless things.
No one is charmed by teeth so long
Or claws, or pink rough skin.
They spend their days grooming their Queen
And feeding her, for strength
They eat her waste and lick her skin,
Devotion at great length!
But ugliness precludes much love
And humans can't relate.
Creations powers are immense
They cover every facet.
From high to low, from dull to bright
The creatures keep appearing.
'Oh look at that! ' 'Oh look at this! '
Ideas never ending.
To judge is not a human's place
God's work is without flaw,
From earth up into outer space
We stand, perplexed. In awe.
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