I monkey grabbed these photographs from a friend who clicked them while taking a walk at the premises.
Tactful at the monkey game, with a watchful eye on his domain
The boss he is always there, chalking strategies where
To commission his delegates and recruit, to those trees an eyesore with laden fruit.
He sends his regiments all around, to pull down branches, ravage the ground;
With the onus of responsibilities on his shoulder, how to carry on with projects of plunder.
Blossoms over the night that bloom, daylight rides them to their doom
The garden droops a groaning green, inundated a spectacle alien.
They neither have to cook nor serve, for they operate with pluck and verve.
Save for the herbs I’m blessed they spare, things insignificant they declare.
Always fun to see them 
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