God’s Wordless Speech

Reacting to the echo of Mary’s wrath, my mind swore:

‘It was you who murdered our bluebird of happiness.’

Just then, our black cat sauntered through the open door,

Where Mary had left only a moment before;

Then came a blue-jay, winging to where I cannot guess.



The nimble feline sprang straight up, six feet,

To snag the wayward bird by its shocked throat.

I reached to grab the cat as she alit so fleet,

But she rebounded out the door with her treat,

Adjuring me appraise the words God had just spoke.