The robotic langur baby spy
Dropped into the wild
And it breathing it last dramatically
A lean and thin sickling babe
Looking discolored, pale and lifeless
Dying with the fall and a shriek
An the langurs grieving the loss,
Failing to mark human intelligence
Of spying into their life strategies
And animal instincts.
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