One of them sits.

Gnawing on a stalk,
strengthening canines and brushing molars.

Not too far his best chum,
keeled over like a drunk,
dreams of a slender, three-hundred pound,
sleek, black lover.

Others escape biting rays of tropical sun
in the sanctuary of shade,
thinking about a day at the lion hunts,
where they would eat bananas
and slurp wine coolers.

Still others...
strenuously contemplate 
whether the gorilla
actually is the most enlightened creature
on the planet.

And in the midst of them,
sitting peacefully,
is a pale-skinned primate of similar descent.

Intently, he gazes at them 
and scribbles in a book,
noting what they eat and like to do.

Then slowly reaching 
for a wine cooler from his pack
he holds it up to the gorilla 
sitting next to him.

Then withdrawing it, 
feeling rather foolish,
he takes a gulp 
and wonders what they dream about...