Tribute to a Turtle
Slow are his movements. and in a quiet repose,
The lonely turtle sits, as his fate, only he knows.
Though time is late, and the storm draws near,
The dome shelled sage, shows such little fear.
The once blue sky, growing darker in the night,
Resounding thunders, seem to give all a fright.
Pounding hail stones cascade in huge showers,
While the turtle snoozes to wile away the hours.
He doesn't even bother to slip down into his hole,
where his turtle family awaits him, there to console.
Through lightning's bright flash, and a howling wind,
A dozing old reptile has a fond message to send.
Just to follow my lead, and in common sense to heed,
Don't stick out your necks, is much better to succeed.
When all becomes wrecks, in the box shaped abodes,
while there's much safer domains, as nature explodes.
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