Encroaching Humans
Old world monkeys, the macaques, they are glad to be alive
Once upon a time they would have lived to be twenty-five
Unfortunately, there are only a thousand left today.
They eat fruits, seeds and nuts, and they are never in the way.
But the trees are being cut down in big bunches, falling on the lawn.
Their shelter is disappearing, habitats are few for the trees are gone.
Humans encroach, building houses where macaques used to be.
They used to live to be twenty to thirty, now they’re lucky to turn three.
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