My relatives -Gibby, Chimpy and Bonoby
-Are known for being aggressive.
It is not their fault they are slaves to their hormones.
As much as I mock the human species,
They do show some level of control
My fellow monkeys are not capable of showing.
Many cool medidative evenings, hanging from different branches (refer to my posts on “From MY Veranda”),
I have watched these teenagers
Stalkingly eye and visually devour (some cool vocabs the humans have taught me)
Every lady in hot-skirt or tight pants that wanders their way.
(Not that I blame these ladies
Desperately croaking to be heard
Or enjoying to demonstrate some control over the men.)
But, never has any of them leapt after a quarry/game/lady.
(Though, they must have done THINGS in their minds!)
I trust the members of my species
To let the volcanoes of their “heat” erupt.
I have seen bar-fights
End in friendship.
I have seen two-lovers-of-one-man
Unite over their common ill.
I have seen an extremely excited man
Never lift a foot off the ground in a dance.
I have seen a mother angry
But never raised a hand to beat the child.
I have seen an affection-overwhelmed father
Just smile tearfully into the face of his son.
I have seen a boy betrayed,
But patiently forgave his friend.
I have seen a lover hurt,
But still heartily told the partner,
“I love you.”
I have seen two lovers “on heat”
Actually refrain from wild sex.
Even the female members
Who are often accused of being
Illogical and largely intuitive/instinctive
(Some more cool words from firstname.lastname@example.org/monkeys.)
Have demonstrated unfettered wisdom.
I have seen some struggle with unusual sexual appetites
Yet have been kept calm.
I am never one to praise the humans,
But they do have this
That we don’t have.
Their capacity for self-control.
P.S.: The writing monkeys amongst us believe in using so much paragraphs to help humans read better between the lines!