Dapples, brindles & calico

{Pied Beauty} 

Glory be to God for dappled things-- 

For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; 

For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; 

Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; 

Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; 

And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. 

All things counter, original, spare, strange; 

Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) 

With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; 

He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: 

Praise Him.

-Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

We get quite a few 'dappled things' into the shelter here. This poem made me think of them.