rises cautiously
from
the green sludge of moss
and fallen
leaves,
the wash up of debris
from
speed boats
and fishermen along
the shore.
he finds a log to climb
onto,
lugging his heavy
shell
with him.
his prehistoric paws bite
into the wood
as he suns
himself.
he's beyond us. more
advanced
and tranquil than we'll
ever be.
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