analyticstracking
Poetry

Monkey Falling

The poacher lined his sight and fired.
From the bright canopy of leaves
a trumpet of colored birds
swift and loud,
floods their perch, rushes
from earth.
A crash thuds through the branches
and the monkey falls,
clumsy, dizzy with confusion
at the red pain.
He keens in a low, strange wail.
Upon reaching the bottom, his tiny hands
grab and stuff leaves at his chest,
trying to stop the hole.