It is foolish for a bird on the wing
To look for a reason for him to sing
While a wolf on the prowl seeking a kill
Silently hunts on a crest of the hill.
For these are God’s creatures without a cause
What is it they know that lends them no pause ?
I wish that I had the faith that they do
To know that God’s there forever like glue !
Claire V. Bogdanos 