Pineapple Quest

A chimpanzee dressed in silk
Zeros in on a pineapple
He stands on a pot and watches
In a blink of an eye
Honking cars and baked streets
Turn to dry plants and a deep lake
A summer stream stands in-between
Him and the pineapple
He pulls out a hose to swing across
As a wind is blown to guide him along
He lands with a moisten to his lips
next to his pineapple quest.

This poem is for the weekly prompt put on by Big Tent Poetry. This week it is a wordle
Wordle: Big-Tent-Poetry-Wordle-3