A turtle sitting on a bank,
Focuses on the glistening water,
Like the condensation on a glass.
His shell is speckled
With digs and scratches from children
Throwing sticks and stones
A shell like a new unique planet,
With terrestrial islands and land masses.
Its claws dig into the sand as it extends its neck,
And moves slowly into the water.
And a small nose peeks above the waters’ surface,
Like a child’s toe in a tub.
By Sarah Alfieri