Monkeys at Rewa
Peering through bougainvillea that sits
On their heads like mob caps,
Monkeys set up advance posts.
Soon, hands to ears, as if telephoning,
They establish links,
At pre-arranged signals swarming
In formation. Temples’ bronze domes
Attract them. They pick up stones
With their tails
Hurling them like cricketers,
On a company spree.
They take over the place,
Noisy occupiers. Quickly bored,
Soon make themselves scarce.