http://cahoodaloodaling.com/the-color-of-tarsiers-by-clinton-crockett-peters/

"I see the tarsier folded into a shape like a fist, his wet fur smooth, fleshy. His owl head buried into his chest. He is breathing — a slight ripple of peach fuzz rising up and down, about one breath per long second. His ears branch off in a Y, and his tail hanging down like what should carry a weight for a ticking clock."