A rustle in trees Straight ahead Line of sight Out appears A bold, alpha baboon, Appears frightened Its keen senses heightened Igniting its Fight or flight Primal excitement Bewildered on edge By this guest uninvited Delighted to make its acquaintance Despite Of its quick to take parting, Decisively darting Out into the clearing And steering its family Clear of my staring But never breaks glaring Back at me, intense Of its all too brief presence I take no offense Distant cousins With pleasantries Often dispense