Hooded Capuchin Perspective at the Zoo

I go up to the water,

I touch the water,

I scuttle back to the stone incline.

The water is full

of dirty leaves

and a giant pink flower.

It looks like a dirty shirt.

.

I look up.

around.

at a zoo visitor.

.

I walk on two legs

towards the mess of rocks.

I see another Capuchin.

He looks at me.

I look away.

He looks away.

I look at him.

.

I look up.

around.

at a zoo visitor.

.

I go back to the water.

I poke it with my hands.

I try to walk in.

I walk away.

The Pelican comes towards me,

I avert my eyes.

.

I look up.

around.

at a zoo visitor.

.

I start digging.

the dry leaves,

I pick up a leaf,

take a bit.

stick out my tongue.

.

I look up.

around.

at a zoo visitor.

.

I go to the water,

look at the flower,

has it moved,

or have I?

The water is full

of scattered feathers

that I cannot reach.

.

I look up.

around.

at a zoo visitor.

.

I climb into a tree.

I climb halfway down.

I eat a leaf.

I go to the ground

and dig among the dead.

.

I look up.

around.

at a zoo visitor.

.

I go into the mess of rocks

and hide in the basin.

I look up,

around,

the zoo visitor

can’t see me anymore.

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