Creation, A Sam Poem

The breath of God lifts fledglings over trees,
their tufty feathers fluffed and barely spread,
to play with parents darting on the breeze,
a healthy joy of life that dampens dread

A tabby cat enthralled by sounds of night
sees azure haze split by a lance of fire;
his furry face aglow with wild delight
and full-heart beating to an avian choir.

Survival of the fittest may belie
the innate love such creatures typify.