Birds chirp off course under cover of efflorescent azaleas
Unaware of the human importance unfolding on mule sculpted earth
Were these thrashers better informed, they would halt their song
Take a measure or two of rest, watch in awe
That torqued and stoic, granite scored deity of a man,
Flexed with no less grandeur than at Michaelangelo’s hand
Aptly named for a sleek, clever predator of a feline
(sometimes we can see hints of God in such mundane flourishes)