A Dappled One

I saw me once a dappled thing fair With chestnut brown eyes and winsome flair With clawed feet tucked into a satin warm breast Sweet humming, coming from a newly strung chest This creature swift as sunlight struck from gold Braving winter's bite, a feat fit for the bold Perching outside on the window sill Its head cocked to a side, sitting still In weather foul or fair, rending the air With nature's song, sung as prayer What do you know of God, little thing? If not of God, of what do you sing? The small creature, wordless in replies Looks at me, finds his answer in my eyes