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The Visitor Came
The day the visitor came
A fuzzy little guy, brown
He looked hungry, we fed him
All vegetables, our surprise
A hungry guy sort of thin
We talked a bit just chit chat
He then proceeded to tell
Tell of his life's hardships;
"Born in the wild, jungle home
But now on city streets"
We asked him had he a place
He said "no kind folk, I don't"
Now family conference
If you're nice you can stay here
He has been here ever since
"One problem, I have four buds
They've street people too, we five
Dawny Duck, Frosty Snowman,
Bunny Rabbit, Teddy Bear
Nice children, sleep in one bed
All five of us need a home"
I've another, monkey caged
I fear he seems to like that
Swinging in his cage all day
Passersby come, they applaud"
Visitor Tig, was the best
Nice kid and so were the rest
Even so was the monkey
But he's not want to escape
Well fed, much loved, all for free
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Note: I've rewritten this poem today, January 21, 2023. If you read it yesterday it had Tig and his friends, along with the monkey, being taken from the wilds before being adopted into the home of the writer of the poem. I have saved it but now it is much nicer, almost cute, than before.
Monkey friend, November 12, 2007
This little fellow greeted us every morning at our hotel while we were staying in HuehueTenango, Guatemala for two weeks. At the video end we were sharing hands.
- Photo, Video, and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, 2007 and 2023, Respectfully, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Rosemary at the Friday Writings #60, at
- This week Rosemary is asking us to write about 'the visitor' – whatever that may suggest.
You made a good story, Jim. But I hear the sadness which you suggest lies behind it. Although the little guy – a stolen child! – may have adapted, I strongly suspect it's not the life he'd like to have chosen, if he had the choice.
ReplyDeleteDid the picture inspire the poem? I like your take, going into a real life story about caged animals. Very creative. Enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteI hope it was fiction! Human trafficking is real, and circuses used to be notorious for it. Kids would want to run off with the circus, off to sea, or off with people who called themselves Gypsies, and when the novelty wore off they were not allowed to go home.
ReplyDeleteThe conundrum of caged animals, on one hand (we hope) safe, on the other trapped and unable to experience the wider world with all its delights and dangers.
ReplyDeleteReceiving those comments, including mine, I see why you rewrote! (Smile.)
ReplyDeleteIt is good to read something nice.
ReplyDeleteHi, Jim. The monkey liked you to say hello every morning, how cool is that. I can see how it inspired your poem.
ReplyDeleteI can really visualize the scenes.
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