Monkeys

Monkeys
By: Addie Miller

Behind the crowd are dark, grey-brown buildings.

But in front is something as beautiful as blooming trees.

From my eyes, there's so many bright colors.

Reds and greens and yellows and oranges and pinks and browns.

And all the crowd does is watch with puzzled faces, some taking pictures.

A feast sits in front of us with monkeys scattered all around.

The fruit gives off an aroma sweet as honey.

And all the monkeys do is sit there.

Silently, they munch on grapes and bananas and pineapple.

I watch in awe.

Astonishment is clear across the faces of the crowd.

How these animals can be around this many people is beyond me.

It's as though they have been trained, like those of circus monkeys.

Some of them watch us, as if we would take their feast away.