And God, please let the deer on the highway, get some sort of heaven.
Something with tall, soft grass and sweet reunion.
Let the moths in porch lights, go someplace with a thousand suns, that taste like sugar and get swallowed whole.
May the mice, in oil and glue have forever dry, warm fur and full bellies.
Let every stray, abandoned by family, and stroked by water in a sewer drain.
Be cuddled and loved,
with forever kind mummies, daddies and best friends, who have just as much loyalty as they have for them.
May every spider, be able to eat any fly they want
And be wrapped in a warm web that shields them from the sole of a boot.
Let every calf, gently suckle on their mother's milk
As they cuddle into their mothers side, to never be afraid of what happens when a human leads leads them into the barn.
And may every child, be able to remember death as their mother
who patted their back when they wailed,
or when they stayed up through the night to care for them.
Let the child think of it as being carried into their bedroom,
or falling asleep at a family dinner party.
I hope they can hear the laughter in the next room.
If I am killed for simply living,
let death be kinder than man.