To the valley by dawn
The bowl of fruit aroma sweet
The sky still dark the day still being born
Down came the hoard of monkeys to eat
Shadows in the forest before the river's ditch
descending the hill as fast as thought
Surreptitiously breaching the forest edge
To eat what I had brought
I crossed the river and sunk into a bog
I jumped and kicked to free myself
Laughter of the monkeys rang out from a nearby log
Sunlight lit the child, this day, this health
I knew I couldn't get back fast enough...
To see my sweet love make breakfast
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