Jealousy

There was a “Once”    
when the majestic prince of all the bene elohim,
that is to say, the one who held the office of accuser  
of bad men,    
was asked by God to tell  
what he’d been up to recently.  
   
The Satan then replied,    
“Oh, I’ve been spending all my earthy moments  
making little bluebell flowers angry    
at a bee”.  
   
And when HaShem seemed  vexed  
with this brief answering  
and said how much endeavors to make  
flowers sin (supposing that they could)  
was like a dog’s harsh barking hour on hour  
at squirrels seated in the branches of a tree -  
a  silly effort and a waste of precious time  
that should be aimed at other tasks  
like testing sons of Adam so to see  
the nature of their faithfulness
to his commandments, his decrees,  
the Satan then replied  
“Perhaps I have mistaken  
what the job was that you set me out  
to do.  
   
I thought,  I swear by ...  You,    
that breeding jealousy among  
your good creation’s lesser things  
was most specifically  the apostolic end  
toward which your Holiness    
commissioned me.  
   
Ah hell.