Ryan Lobo  (c)

A slavering beast from the untamed east was hungry and rather desperateSurvival an endeavor, making do with whatever,  a life with only one exit,He lived by his wits in the deepest of pits, leaving only to go ransacking,Deep in the starkness, home was darkness and then he saw a refugee packing.

With a quick zig-zag he jumped in a bag and floated across the sea,
With a bit of pluck he might have some luck, looking for some cheese.
The raft touched down in an alien town and he stood in an endless cue,They allowed him to stay and that made his day though some were sent to the zoo.

From huddled masses it was greener grasses, the change was sudden and drastic,He found a bin with junk food that elevated his mood and life was quite fantastic,Over the years there were occasional slurs, but the beast did not feel aggrieved,A family achieved, food high fat and cheesed, the beast was rather pleased.
 Times flies, he grew in size and though things were going quite well,Over candy mid lick, the beast felt homesick and he didn’t know whom to tell,
To the airport he crept, into a suitcase he leapt, back home for a few weekends,He was tired of the order, which felt like disorder and besides, he missed his friends.

He reached the old pit and complained a bit as the roads were not up to the mark,He found himself sneering, and occasionally jeering as he walked deeper into the dark,
He saw the old eyes, chatting with flies and he felt a rising revulsion,They said the foreign return creature with raised eyebrow feature deserved immediate expulsion.

Heart filled with sadness but tinged with gladness, the beast re-bagged himself in the end,In a comfortable null space, spice and candy encased, the plane began to ascend,Over glowing metropolis’s and silent necropolis’s, filled with all kinds of specie,Mindless of a case hurtling through space, containing a crying beastie.


Species excerpt from "A Field Guide to Common Monsters" Ryan Lobo (c)

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