Creation's Creatures (By Rachel, My Kindred Spirit)

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.