Meet the Popos

You know, I’d heard about them, but had never seen them with my own eyes.
I’d taken my laptop out onto the porch to do a bit of writing when I saw a great rustling of trees behind the pool. The trees were swaying and bending with too much force to be a bird. I tip-toed closer noticing a scurry of movement through the leaves.
Yep. They were they watching me as much as I was trying to watch them.
A family of monkeys. I counted 2 adults and several babies. I’ve affectionately named them The Popos. That’s a good monkey name huh? (‘popos’ are what they Swazi call papayas.) After all that’s why they live in our yard,- the abundance of fruit trees.
I watched them climb, eat, play. The baby was looking at me with his head cocked to one side. He kept climbing down for a closer look but always kept his distance.
Maybe I’ll write about them one day, The Adventures of the Popos.