INT. ZOO — RAINFOREST EXHIBIT — DAY
BYRÓN the hummingbird and LANGDON the tree boa lounge in an open-exhibit tree. They’ve been talking, regarding their onlookers.
Ah, but not so sure, I sink, for
who’s observer and who’s
observed? For both look upon—
like partner—and both see, do
Although I follow your deductions,
your premise falls through. I do not
look at them—they, me. Let them
spend for trite distractions. I’ve
no glee in their habits.
Ah, but what is life but what is
discovered, surely, eh?
(gesturing to habitat)
Zis plant, I sink…
(gesturing to food)
Zis “cuisinart”… It surprise once
before it suffer, no? What else is
zere, zen, zat captures life’s gems?
Surely not the mundane habits of
an overdeveloped biped, the likes
of which too farcical too long. …Or
do I embellish?
Embellishment. Ah! Ze sport of
tongues, I sink, yes? But what’s
faultless not not be wizzout
worth, eh? Such is joy.
Hah. …Perhaps. Leave the
brooders to their musings, then.
At the very least, they keep
And what like neighbors!
“And what like neighbors.”
Indeed. Your words naturalize by
the day, my friend. What would
this confine be without such color.