this critter will not leave me be
I find it kind of strange
that all at once— so small, so free
he chose to stop and stay with me.
he dances down my hand, and then
pausing, leaps to meet my denim dress.
when this moment comes to pass?
for many moments— I hope it lasts.
scuttling by, a crawling thing
interrupts our somber scene
hasn’t got a clue or thought
about the human being.
I press gently to his dainty legs
a feeble twig to touch his toes
he bends about and, upright, begs
then takes hold and up he goes.
I pause to take in all I see
but know that I cannot see all
the secrets, life’s mystery
will never be mine to call.
I thank the Artist of all things
the One who gave me eyes to see
nature's Author, all-knowing—
that I should live and happy be.