This is a poem I wrote today for the PAD challenge, which ends this Thursday. Thanks to a wonderful gift from our neighbor, and our stupidity at placing a turtle in a shallow bowl, we now have a turtle loose in the house!
Mr. Turtle longs to be
outside by a pond where he
can bask in the early morning
sunlight or sleep in his portable
home under a big oak tree.
Instead, Mr. Turtle is being
held prisoner in a home of noisy,
unruly children and two ferocious
dogs, having escaped from a small
bowl and frantically searching for a
way outside to his family.
ARCHIVES.....FIRST DRAFTS.....
2 comments:
Be greatful your boys didn't present you with a snake that got loose!
AWWWWWW, poor Mr. Turtle. Did you take a picture of him? is he gone now? I bet the dogs will find him. Poor mr. turtle... Well, it's life - we have lil fears. he'll be okay. He's in good hands with you in charge. no harm will come to him.
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