plucks the leaves from the tree
it hoots and growls in a call
all the others rush in a free
they group together with ease
the seniors all in a please
the little ones a little away
it is a monkey crowd all out there
could not go out anywhere
I watch them from my window
they fly up and go low
my garden with the flower beds
would soon turn into a distorted threads
I stand with fear all the while
wondering how to chase them in style
my neighbour sees their mischief
sets fire a cracker in discreet
the blast scatters them totally
they run for their life absolutely.
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