Why the lone apple
The monkeys left?
I do not know,
It’s anybody’s guess.
Four were there
And they took three,
Why not all four
Is a puzzle to me.
Days have passed
And one still remains
Continuing to flourish
Come sun or rain.
Monkey conscience
Can never be,
I believe those monkeys
Are toying with me.
I am expecting
That someday soon
That remaining apple
Will be doomed.
I keep a lookout
Relatively vigilantly so
And when I least expect,
They will show.
Here is the thing
Via which I will know,
That lone remaining apple
Will be a no-show.
Should I pick it
Or should I let it stay?
Don’t just read this poem,
Have your say.
Stewart Russell © September 7, 2025
