Of thoughts, terrapin, & tires.
A turtle lives behind our condo.
The sun rises and he climbs up on a small piece of a tire that pokes above the surface of the pond - no bigger than twice its size.
As evening approaches, he slips off into the pond.
Sometimes I think I should be jealous.
The sun rises and he climbs up on a small piece of a tire that pokes above the surface of the pond - no bigger than twice its size.
As evening approaches, he slips off into the pond.
Sometimes I think I should be jealous.