The monkeys opposite
have gone without a deposit
their habitat has become
a lorry shed with newcomers
come and go all through the day
the chatter of monkeys is 
invariably
replaced by the engine sound mostly
the hop and skip of the little ones
not to be found ever once
a lump passes through the throat
as I visualise the monkeys on a float
the hustle of trees is no more
the bustle of men is there all the more.
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