Inside the fence, they sit together and stare;
they commune in the dirt with nary a care
but the hair on their heads and the plants on the ground,
which they pull up, examine and toss around.
With camaraderie palpable, there’s cheer in the air,
the chatter of simians indulged in a shared
experience together, eternally bound
in the world of their primate playground —
observes the humble zoologist.
Outside the fence, they gape and they glare
at the animals inside, neglecting to compare
their own primitive selves to the beings aground
while convincing themselves they do not confound
the language of one mind to the language of theirs —
observes the humble anthropologist.