I have a tray with turtles to keep me company.
They’re from lots of places and people who know
They have a special meaning to me.
They just show up, often unannounced,
To join the herding bale, the nest, or dole.
They remind me though one might get trounced
To keep on keeping on, past obstacles or mistakes.
The reward goes to the one that persists until the very end.
And steadily plods along, no matter how long it takes.
A cleaning lady broke one large Galapagos turtle that went with the baby grey/tan one next to the candle. And I’ve given away a few though the years to others who are also Testudinophiles (turtle lovers!)
