The Creeping Loneliness In The Days Of The Beasts.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

most nights are haunting
the beasts too
are lonely haunted by
some sickness which even the
forest experience,

the nights go on and on
with its lonely moons and lonely
winds as though the only word
the only reigning message is the
chirp of loneliness from the birds
themselves who just arrived from
their long long trips,

it will not be over the beasts
talk among themselves discreetly
unable to accept this kind of
unwanted calamity,

and loneliness keeps coming
and coming and going and going
until the caterpillar finally got
its own wings to fly
into the open skies, discovering
one thing,

it will pass, it will pass
the preaching is unending to the
forests and the winds but the
beasts keeps it among themselves
this loneliness that has never
passed them,

until they ended their lives
with their own teeth and claws and
tails.

oh how miserable it is
says the butterfly before it dies
one day at a time.