By seven the palm already knew which tail was ready to coil. The lemurs arrived in a quiet line, greeted the nearest leaf, nodded to the bench, and only then accepted a hoop no bigger than a biscuit. Each tail wound exactly one morning ring and stopped, as if a second circle would be showing off.
We asked at the kiosk by the gate. "I thought someone had hung a new calendar overnight," said a woman with a paper bag. "Then the smallest lemur waited for my nod, and the tail wound itself as if it had practiced. My bun went quieter from standing still."
The park keeper pinned a note to the railing: visitors may watch the rings, but please do not slip a second hoop onto the same tail. By noon the square already knew one slower way to say good morning, and a sparrow on the bench practiced waiting for exactly one circle.