I think I understand St. Francis’ affinity for small animals and all creatures. At least the long-established myth and literature that depicts animals drawn to him.  Its not about a special grace or gift; that’s given to all; it’s simply about being still and paying attention. In silent observation, creatures abound. Unthreatened, they appear as they would, and do, in the presence of a tree, or bush, or flower.  When we are quiet they appear among us here every day; lizards, butterflies, snakes, and birds.  They are often curious, and frequently, even communicative in a way, a simple, unadorned way, a way devoid of meaning. That’s our imprint, meaning, and it diminishes what is authentically seen and felt. Being meaningless, it is therefore full of meaning.  Pretty Zen, I know, but pretty Franciscan, too.