Monkey by a Restaurant in Mexico
What do you see out there, my restless one?
Those blue eyes fixed on land you'll never reach.
Best seize your solace stretching in the sun
For no one here will help you when you screech.
Or grunt. Or scratch. Or hungrily beseech.
The waiters have their customers to serve
And snorkel masks to vend along the beach.
You say the neck rope pinches? What a nerve!
Be still and suck away on this hors d'oeuvre.
Who cares about your jungle mom and dad.
Or how your spider tail has lost its curve.
This captive life is not so bloody bad.
Except when strangers gape and mock your plight.
And stand too far away for you to bite.
If you've any comments on this poem, Jill Williams would
be pleased to hear from you.