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| copyright 2014, Joy Acey |
A monkey sat
and stared at me.
I wondered what he
thought he'd see.
He chattered, chirped.
I heard him cry.
This monkey was
one noisy guy.
Did he want my peanuts
to take away?
Or was he just asking
me to come play?
My drawing is of a velvet monkey, which is very common in Kenya. They may gather in groups of 30 or more and are equally adapt in trees or on the ground. I saw one of these monkeys just outside my tent. He stole my little package of M&Ms, the rascal and then came to the tent flap and stared at me like he was begging for more. The velvet monkey has a black face and black hands and feet.
If the monkey could write a poem in his voice, what do you think he'd say to me? Have fun writing your poem today.
