When God had created fishes for the Sea,
but not yet the roots of Mankind's family tree,
He proceeded to make insects and reptilians,
including snakes, which flicked tongues from their grins.
Amphibians and birds He did make next,
and microbes which sometimes, Man, have vexed.
But with mammals He at times was stumped.
Should camels be one, or two, OR three-humped? ?
He made horses. [Perhaps someday men would ride? ]
He even made one version with a horn on its head (not its side) .
But with His color schemes He was not satisfied.
He wanted a more modern look for one horse's hide.
He thought long and hard about His horse-color plan.
He'd done solid colors already, as He would do for Man.
'How would a 'checkered-board look' look? ' He thought.
For several seconds His churning mind was fraught ……
with circles, triangles, and random splotches of pastels.
[He'd not yet dealt with other issues: sounds and smells! ]
He decided He needed input, so He asked the Sun and Moon;
the latter at Midnight and the former at Noon ……,
when they'd be most active and perhaps more alert.
It might not help His decision-making …. but it couldn't hurt.
The Moon said 'golden crescents upon a pure black background'.
The Sun: 'orange globes on blue, AND white streaks SHOULD abound'.
'Streaks? ' thought God, and His mind churned more.
Finally He decided upon, not crescents or globes, but STRIPES galore!
'Pastels? ' NO, He'd used pastels enough for His 'Unihorn' [sic].
To White and Gray or Black, OR all three ……….. He would stick.
First He tried white stripes on black …..on his sketching pad,
but it wasn't quite the exact vision that God had had.
The next step seemed obvious, and He drew black stripes on white,
and THIS TIME what He saw (on his paper) seemed oh so RIGHT.
(January 17, 2015)
One thing I must admit at the outset..... You haven't abused God in any way, but only tried to amuse everyone! This poem is quite different from your usual stuff.... but don't know how far it can amuse! Any way an interesting write where you have stretched your imagination to limitless heights and also strained to have the rhyme scheme perfect!
Oh, Valsa, my 'child', so kind and so mild, I thank you for so much and wish we could keep in touch, but, alas, PH you have fled to sites you less dread. ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Since the human mind demands explanations, there's no harm in playfully delivering one to us. Mythic stories may have a grain of truth, because they are drawn up from deep in the well of imagination.