04/03/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Hiking through the forest,
In search of a monkey.

What’s that rustle in the bush?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a focused cat.

What’s that swinging from the trees?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a scavenging crow.

What’s that clamor?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s gushing water.

What’s that brown figure in the bush?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s a rotting stump.

Never did find any monkeys,
But in the search,
I discovered
A whole forest

Blast from the Past:

Great tree of the forest
Would stand unknown if it wasn’t
Named by cicadas