No Love For Nature Or Man

Far-reaching the flames engulfed the remote forest, Impetuous haste of wild dogs to grasslands, Resonant croaks of ravens with burned feathers; Escape from death, fleeing into the darkness of night. The arsonist had no love for Nature or Man; he started the fire to appease his pleasure, he'll be eternally damned for burning down the forest: to every creature it was a treasure. He didn't feel sorry for the leaping wildcat, for the huddled owls that were soundly sleeping, for the wingless butterflies that fell on his hat; how could he justify a behavior so horrifying? The police found him dead by the ash-filled pound, he struggled for breath writhing on the hot ground. Written on 4/23/2016