Monkey Puzzle

by Pam Newham

While your fellows press
their small faces with
all-too-human eyes
against the glass
you hang back,
unsure,
like a teenager in a dress
her mother bought.
Then unable to resist,
you swing onto the deck
and that’s when I see
you are pink.
Your fur is bright pink!
And I understand why
you are shy.

Some simean skin disease?
A pot of unwatched paint?
A spray to chase you away?

It seems,
despite Twitter
despite YouTube,
there are fewer things
these days
that astound and amaze.
But you did it,
high in a bushveld tree
(the absurdity)
one small pink monkey.

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