Like a chimp swinging
Branch to branch
Easily through the trees,
Attaching itself firmly
To the next before
Releasing the
Hold it had on the last,
Being mindful of the branch’s location
In case it needs to fall back on that
Anchored limb left behind.
Maybe the branches will tire and
Refuse to take part in this
Game being played
And let the chimp fall to travel
On its own two feet.