Monkey in my Tree

Mr. Landscaper, do what you do.
Turn my grass to a verdant hue.
Flowers blossom, bloom and grow.
Waves of butterflies come and go.
Release a monkey in my tree.
Don't you know you've captivated me?

Bars on Windows

Bars on windows,
Dead bolt locks on doors!
Is this home a sweet home
Or a prison of yours?

Insulated and barricaded,
A fence around your yard,
Separated and isolated,
Growling dogs on patrol to guard!

"Trespassers must keep out!"
Perimeter signs do note.
You're as a castle high on a hill
Surrounded by a mote.

You've hoisted your yellow flag.
A warning has been told.
What has you locked in quarantine?
What disease has taken hold?

Are you sure beyond a doubt
That your purpose is to keep unwanted people out?
Or do you fear they may have eyes to see
That your soul has leprosy?