Scratching The Head.

Upon a tree
 sat a monkey
 scratching  her head
 There came two other monkeys
might be her friends  for long.
They had a reliable chat
 with voice raising high
 interrupted by a guffaw
intercepted by gestures
 including humour and feelings
 as well as  love and tales
It was nice to watch them
Almost half an hour passed
 taking not my eyes  from them
 followed their talk
could make nothing out
 but could understand
that there was a bondage
strong and lasting
 kept them in terms
 without much trepidation.
Slightly off the track
 I thought of men
 not very appropriate at this time
 but could not stop comparing
as men could not prolong
 with such affinity
not able to connect so affably
Thinking so, I turned back
 scratching my head.