Wild Monkey in Ireland

Wild Monkey in Ireland

In the lush green isle, a wild spectacle wanes,
Charlie, the capuchin monkey, roams unrestrained,
Escapee from a shelter, his freedom he gained,
Through forests and glens, his new life he sustains.

With nimble limbs, he leaps from branch to bough,
A creature forgotten, unfamiliar somehow,
Eyes full of mischief, his heart filled with row,
Charlie, the wanderer, who knows where he’ll go?

Through valleys and meadows, he encounters surprise,
Delights in the beauty beneath vast, open skies,
Yet yearns for his fellow primates, with somber cries,
Lost in a land where friendship is a disguise.

Curiosity drives him, explores with no fear,
Satisfying his thirst for knowledge, everywhere near,
From bustling cities to shores, his presence is clear,
The people watch in wonder, as he draws near.

Oh, Charlie, the wanderer, your tale we embrace,
A symbol of freedom, a figure of grace,
May your wild spirit roam this mystical place,
Forever cherished, in Ireland’s tender embrace.

But as the seasons change, and days turn to night,
Charlie, the capuchin monkey, seeks solace in sight,
Returning to shelter, no more longing for flight,
In Ireland, he forever resides in our hearts, shining bright.