he says his name is Jasper
a winter monkey sitting in snow
a red cardinal pecks at birdseed
the whiteness of the season
brings my heart down yet the
arrival of cold weather primates
stirs my inner being
the furry critter introduces
his wife, Jasmine, she nods
a smile comes to my face
maybe I am the Jane Goodall
of New England, interacting
with a troop of snow monkeys
occupying a lawn of white drifts
daffodils sleep below the feet
and tails of wayward relatives
far from their native home
but I enjoy the company of
snow monkeys, here to visit
a woman who dislikes the cold
the cardinal sings as nature
brings fluffy monkeys to a
woman longing for spring.
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Author Notes
The pic is of a snow monkey, I believe to be found in Japan. It is winter with snow and ice around my house. So like every year at this time, my imagination is on overdrive. I was thinking of what it would be like to find snow monkeys in my yard. One can only dream and write a poem.
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