They come quietly when no one sees
and disappear again just like a breeze.
Later you will see your kitchen’s been raided clean.
You get so mad, you want to scream.
At your expense they had a ball:
Bananas, apples, nuts and cake - they had it all!
For you they just left a mess instead.
Oh what a dread!
A sugar packet torn and strewn out everywhere;
With disbelief you just stand and stare.
Then, when you look again, they’re back for more,
‘cause this is mos a lekker grocery store!
Your garden is their amusement park.
They pick your flowers and eat them quick,
then one spreads his legs and starts to lick.
It’s total anarchy out there and your heart turns dark.
The gang then dives into the rubbish bags outside;
They dissect and study what’s inside,
then spread your trash where it cannot hide.
Your blood, it boils,
your temper coils;
You scream and swear,
words bad and rare.
If you could, you’d strangle one by one;
The anti cruelty league, just let them come.
You had your share, you had your fill;
Who’s going to foot the bill?
Just then your eye catches a vision,
something so sweet, it halts your decision;
For there, up on a wall, so peaceful and calm,
is a mother with the tiniest baby in her arm.
Then while her baby clings to her,
the father lifts his tail to present his bottom bare,
so she can pick out all the itchy things
and the baby looks at you with ears like wings.
The picture is dark and grey, edges etched brightly by the sun
and suddenly as you realize, your mind feels numb.
The answer almost makes you cry,
for the wisdom quickly comes to you:
Just like dark clouds against the bright lit sky,
every monkey has a silver lining too.
Rainer F. Jackle
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