A cotton top tamarin be
With an 'Einstein' shock of white hair,
A small Columbia monkey
Eating the insects and plants there,
Within the group, the head female
Is the mother to all offspring.
Others aid in rearing detail.
Having twins is the normal thing.
Distinct whistles or chirps or trills
Vocalize meanings to the group.
If danger, then head for the hills.
If food related - here's the scoop.
So sounds that may sound like a bird
Could be me, Mom, spreading the word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic subject for a poem and your words do it justice. The Einstein comparison is superb. Enjoyed it, thanks.