Watched a spider with red dots on her back

Build her home without measure or hammer or tack

Saw two cardinals doing the tango

Female soft tan, male bright red, a touch of black

Patterns and colors in this world are many

Creatures and the created are palettes of plenty

Designs designed by the Artist of all

Earth, moon, sun, -- galaxies through infinity

Flora and Fauna, fraternal friends, one could say

Born into being and developed along the way

Days, years--thousands, millions, or more

Time certainly passes leaving clue-prints someday

All is beautiful and details are fine and good

The garden is flourishing, blossoming as it should

Some One is missing-- someone new

O the days, of the time, and the tree, and of Man, in the wood

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Where is the spider and where are the birds?

They've bombed the garden; haven't you heard?