Monkeys

Howler.
Red tail.
Michael Jackson. ( the local name for the black & white colored ones)
Fluffy.

The names seemed as endless as the species before my eyes. Jungle sounds that would shake the trees, and my foundation. Kong’s beauty  and appeal was apparent in the Amazon.
I think about Darwin’s theory, and wonder if evolution went too far.


Or maybe I am just dreaming of living in a tree, being free.
Monkey see, monkey do.

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Wench, bring my ale, what say you?