If God would grant me a day,
and a role that I could play,
Without pause or a complaint,
I'd be the animals' saint.

Many species would abound
whenever I'd be around.
They'd understand what I say,
in their telepathic way.

A language unlike human words
is understood by deer and birds.
By feeling my heartfelt plea,
Fantail doves would land on me.

Wild rabbits would lose their fear
I would always have them near.
Paws and hands would intertwine,
Paws of theirs and hands of mine.

I would learn to glide and fly
from a Monarch butterfly.
With their innocence, I'd live.
I'd be more inspired to give.

As a saint, what I would do
is free creatures in a zoo.
From their barred cages and pens,
I would free imprisoned hens.

Mammals, fishes, birds and all;
freed from their restraining stall.
I would hold the magic key
that would let them all be free.

If God would grant me a day,
and a role that I could play,
Without pause or a complaint,
I'd be the animals' saint.

By M. Butterflies Katz, Gentle World. From her website http://www.veganpoet.com.