Macaque

There’s a philosopher I once met
He showed me many things
He told me things of the world
His face was unusual
But it could tell a story
With rich detail
Rich detail
Sometimes eating, sometimes eyes closed
But there was always that face
And its knowledge of things
He never spoke
He needed not to
He needed not to
He sits in a zoo in North America
Has no other in his habitat
He’s originally
From West Africa
West Africa
West Africa
West Africa