Thursday, March 12, 2015

Turtle Walker (A Poem About Walking a Turtle)

Turtle Walker






Late at night, to my delight
    My turtle grew rather restless.

      It was fine because so was I

and
 
  I had a dress.

I wanted to wear out on the town, anyway.

So I took the turtle upon my lap.
   Around his neck I placed a tiny strap.
       
(Nothing to hurt his slim chinless stretch)

I placed him down upon the ground.
Out the door without a sound.

My dress swooshed.
My turtle shushed.

We circled round the cemetery.

          We circled under the moon.

                          By the time we made it home,

                                                 
                                        It was almost noon.








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