He's so small he fits in one hand, or that's how it looks from here. Brown fur gone gold at the tips, one big ear turned toward me like he's listening for his name. He doesn't know me yet. Give him time. He holds the leaf with both hands, the way a kid holds a sandwich they aren't done with. Bite. Chew. Look around. Bite again. Behind him the world is gray and far away, a fence, some shade, nothing that matters right now. There's just the leaf and the chewing and the light. Someone's baby is eating his greens. I remember those days. Small hands, big leaves, the whole afternoon being lunch. You grow out of it. He won't for a while yet. Good. Let him take his time. Somebody's proud of him. I can tell. #monkey #babyanimal #tendermoments
