Monkey on the tree

The little boy, playing in bed
while his wounded mother cooks,
is throwing little words and circles
out of the window.

She smiles
(the whole world lights up)
he chatters excitedly - What can he see?

There's a monkey at the window -
behind the door!
But he is falling
into darkness.
And though he never raises a cry
he holds up his claws - this dark
stormy
boy.