All things bright and evolutionful

Even as we speak,
two mice who by chance
have stronger teeth than their siblings

are mating; and one day
their noble line will survive beyond all others
by eating through the thickest plastic
that you thought was safe from them:

such is the glory of evolution
which the righteous kneel before

as the wisdom of God,
Who built into His glorious Creation,
Chance; for it to survive, develop, flourish;
and also, threats appropriate
to provide a challenge.

To the godly mind, all things are God.

So check your larder;
or share that divine joke
with a wink at your nightly mouse.

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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