Today, while cutting back the branches of a large bush I have in the yard
A tortoise came slowly out of the leaves and stood in front of me.
He was unlike the tortoises I knew in the lake just down from my house
In fact I had never seen a tortoise quite like this one.
He had a yellow shell that rose to a black point
He had a large grey head
with old eyes
that bulged giving him a wise
handsome look.
He watched me for a while
like a man who sees an old friend on the street and waits
to see if the friend recognizes him.
He seemed very gentle
but I felt he had met a lot of suffering.
‘Hello Tortoise’ I said after a while
and then felt ashamed that I had spoken to him.
Not because he is a tortoise but because he did…
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