Friday, 4 September 2020

 Brenda’s Turtle

When I was a child,
Brenda’s turtle walked
into the hot, hot embers.
No one knew why.
So badly burned
we thought him ready
for an easeful, sleepy death.
“No, no” said the vet,
“very resilient, turtles,
could live to be a hundred.”
I would like to tell you
that he made the hundred,
but he’s not quite there yet,
though he still seems happy enough.

https://pondersavant.com/2020/08/09/two-frogs-other-poems-by-lynn-white/?fbclid=IwAR0FSSrXwVqry8G2xVXD9gWirZng6zK52N-dd_BlU_vWL72euqKTzTagLXE


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