We’d heard, that there was, a coconut tree by the beach

With the fruits, ripened on there about to fall down

The group of us decided, to cross the roads, to make it there toward the beach

And climb up that difficult to manage coconut tree.

I’d, turned around, and looked

A couple of my companions

from the papers…

Vanished, out of the blue, on the way

In the evenings

I’d heard the laughter, the clinking of glasses

And, the aromatic scent of cooking

That was, from the distant, orange-red lights

That, was when I’d discovered

what these creatures looked like, photo from Wikipedia…

That this was, a season of harvest for them

But, a low season for us

This just shows, what these creatures had to face, they risk becoming ROADKILL, crossing the roads, to get to the beaches, and, they’d also had to, watch out for humans who are, out to make them into dinners too, and, we still don’t see this as alarming???