Tarsier

A jungle environment

With fists clenched tight.

Clinging onto fig branches

Like a baby koala.

Fingers sharp and tightened,

Like ET,
Calling phone to home.

 

Eye sockets widened,

Like a yellow sun orbits

Rays beam onto bodies.

Like a volleyball soaring

Onto compressed knuckles.

As golden as a flower pistil

Inactive on green grass.

 

Not the shrewdest mammal around

The weight of his brain trifling.

Like a relic dinosaur

His understanding can expand.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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