“She sings it still, some evenings, for the empty branches.”
A Night ape of The New World
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Four young ones left in the same season, from four troops, before any of them were named. This one — the New World's — was Lena's best elevator assistant, quick and bright, gone between one dawn chorus and the next.
Nix was on watch the night they left. He will not say what he saw. His amber eyes — those eyes — go somewhere far away when asked.
Hush sings the lullaby still, some evenings. The Singers join in softly. The empty branch sways, some say, though there is no wind.
“Zola counted four troops' young ones at morning roll-call and three at the evening count — no, four missing, one per troop, all unnamed, all gone between counts. Kavi tells it without an ending. Hush sings the lullaby still. Skye sings loudest for the empty branches. And every morning, someone sweeps them clean. No one is assigned. Someone always does it.”
Four left in one season. None were named.
“Hush sings the lullaby some evenings — the one she sang the four to sleep before they left. The Singers join in, softly. And the New World's empty branch, witnesses swear, sways — almost imperceptibly, with no wind. Lena still lowers an extra basket some mornings, out of habit. Nix was on watch that night. He will not say what he saw. The branch sways. There is no wind. Draw your own conclusions; the forest has drawn none.”
The empty branch sways. There is no wind.
The monkeys of the Americas: capuchins who can open anything, spider monkeys who never touch the ground if they can help it, howlers whose dawn roar is the forest clearing its throat. New troops, new mischief.
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