I rode my bike to get the mail
Then down the street just past the courts
I met a tortoise; my first, if truth tell
Here was a self sufficient being alive
Right near my age I could tell by his size
He was moving quite quickly towards where I had come
We watched each other coyly from the sides of our eyes
I hid my exuberance so as not to disturb
He crouched ever slightly just in case I changed course
We both are survivors with all that we need
He with his shell and me now with glee.
-Kelly Write Away
