The Kind

There was once a man

A man of power but without sight

And without sight, without mind.

He held power, but without a mind.

He was the Creator, without sight or mind.

Creator was he, but with what?

They say hands, they say magic,

They say words, and they say might.

But to what power is this to avail?

And so it is seen.

He brought the beasts of anger,

To share his danger.

He brought clevers of the mind,

To be the trickier than mankind.

And with peace in mind,

Brought the best of what one could find

And so was he called

The Animal Kind.