I’ve ran with the wolves, while monkeying around.
I’ve howled at the moon, without making a sound.
I’ve baa-ed with the sheep, as in flocks they did move,
But to be honest, it was never really my groove.
I’ve seen the snakes as they slithered around.
Trying to make me lose my grip on the ground.
Sleek like the panther, stalking my prey.
Been at it like bunnies, as some might say.
In a web I’ve been trapped just like a fly.
As those racing rats kept scurrying by.
At times like a giraffe I could reach the tree top.
More like an ostrich when the bills never stop.
Sometimes as timid as a little mouse,
Like when the TV folk came to the house.
Then something happened as the cubs arrived.
Something inside me had come alive.
The miracle of creation hid no more.
As like a graceful lion I reclaimed my roar.
It didn’t happen quickly overnight
At times in the cocoon I was such a sight
Exhausted and feeling like it would never end.
It sure taught me the value of friends.
The preparations over, the next stage begins.
And the butterfly is ready to test her new wings.
Flittering and fluttering she’s bound to fall.
For a soft landing those same friend’s she’ll call.
It’s not over yet, who knows where to now.
One day she may even become an old sow.
When the journey’s over and it’s the end of my tale,
I hope it’s fondly you’ll view my snail trail.
Footprints in hearts and ideas in mind.
Helping people see we’re all the same kind.
Feather, fur, skin, scales, wings or not.
We’re all part of nature that’s what we forgot.
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