My Pet Monkey Moses

gray0328

 

I named my pet monkey Moses  

because he parts the peanut shells  

with the precision of scripture,  

lifting his small hands in blessing  

 

before launching into his pilgrimage  

across the bright, tiled kitchen,  

a banana clutched, golden and faintly  

radiant in the afternoon light.  

 

I named him Moses for the comedy  

of it too, this small prophet leaping  

atop the fridge, surveying the land  

of cereal boxes, his promised domain.  

 

But late at night, as he sleeps,  

curled in the basket by the door,  

I wonder who exactly he is leading  

and if I am the desert after all.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 29th, 2025 09:44
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  • Cheeky Missy

    That's too fun!!! It wouldn't be half so charming if you hadn't described him and his behaviors and your assessment to perfection so delightfully. Oh! I love it! I love him! Beautifully rendered with nigh exquisite imagery and a delicious poignancy. Thank you so very much for sharing!

    • gray0328

      Thank You Missy I appreciate your feedback and yes it was a lot of fun to write

    • sorenbarrett

      Moses and he sleeps in a basket, parting peanut shells. Does he bring down plagues, give commandments follow a pillar of fire or eat manna, maybe banana. A fun read and endearing I hope he reaches the promised land.

    • Tony36

      Awesome

    • Poetic Licence

      I really enjoyed this well written entertaining read, thank you

    • Dan Williams

      I think all of us are the desert, at least part of the time. Not sure who the monkey is though. Nice.



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