Unexpected Poetry #2

This time, we draw from none other than the New York Times Magazine. More specifically, from an article about a rogue monkey in Tampa. Read on.

What’s a Monkey To Do in Tampa?

That fall, it

materialized

in a low-income neighborhood in East Tampa,
crouching in a

tree.

Guessing it was a raccoon, an
F.W.C.
lieutenant
scaled a ladder and

barked at it.

The monkey urinated on him

and

 

disappeared.

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