For a time, I’d like to be…
Saint Francis of Assisi…
The saint I would like to portray…
...if God granted me a day.
Herbivores; I’d seek to find.
I’d teach the beasts to be kind.
I’d get cozy with a dog…
I’d learn to leap from a frog.
I would learn to glide and fly…
...from a Monarch butterfly.
I’d have to make friends, of course…
...with a gorgeous, grazing horse.
Just for fun, I’d study tails…
...and beautiful peacock males.
I’d take to sea for a sail…
…upon the back of a whale.
Many species would abound...
...whenever I’d be around.
They’d understand ‘what I say’…
...with their ‘sixth sense’ sort of way;
Language beyond human words…
...understood by herds and birds.
From feeling my heartfelt plea,
Fantail doves would land on me.
Wild rabbits would lose their fear…
...for I’d always have them near.
Paws and hands would intertwine;
Paws of theirs and hands of mine.
I would learn a thing or two…
...from the creatures in a zoo.
I would find the magic key…
...that would let them all be free.
From their barred cages and pens…
...I would free imprisoned hens,
Mammals, fishes, birds and all…
Freed from their restraining stall…
...to their natural habitat…
As a saint, I would do that.
With their innocence, I’d live.
I’d be more inspired ‘to give’
In their presence, I would be…
Like the saint from Assisi.
He seemed to know the true gift,
The unquestionable lift…
And the ‘goodness’ that lies…
…within an animal’s eyes.
If God granted me a day…
...and a role that I could play…
Without a pause or complaint…
I’d be the animals’ saint.
