About a Robin

What magic is this

fluffy-breasted

robin, creeping so softly

over the green green grass.

As she passes my window

I marvel.

Here is another miracle.

Inhaling, I cannot

imagine which who what

unfathomable force or being

is at work here,

creating this black and

rust-colored  bird.

I have stared at so many

creatures and growing things

and still

I am awed by

Moutains

and Lakes

and Oceans

and Babies’ toes and fingers.

Still

I will always wonder,

My God, who makes them!?

Dedicated to a muse and my dear friend, Sharon Flitterman-King