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.