Costa Rica Poetry

Cahuita Howlin’

man, those howlers were barking up a storm
when we arrived, stepping out of the car
and into the humid seaside evening air

the next morning in the rain, we didn't
see them, but heard 'em, and i got my
best howler monkey guttural call on

it didn't matter because it was raining
in the rainforest along the caribbean
and the sound of them was good enough

as if you're going to believe that, dear
reader, we wanted to see them, and is
why i howled more than a few times

0 comments on “Cahuita Howlin’

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: