This is so depressing.
Fred is gone.
She will be sorely missed.
I really wanted to paint on her shell.
I have half a jar of turtle feed sitting on my shelf, looking all useless and forlorn. I'm not quite certain what to do.
I don't have a pet any longer. I am inspired to write a mediocre, angst-ridden emo poem to celebrate my feelings for Fred.
~
You were a lady
In your dull speckled shell.
No red eyes to celebrate your name,
Only dreams of the thorny brambles
From which I plucked you,
Six-year rings dancing a sarabande
Across your reptilian back.
You ate earth-worms and cicadas,
Only when they were alive.
Sucking the yellow life-blood
From their veinless exoskeletons.
Vicariously vivacious,
My cold-blooded plaything,
You ran away
Just before winter.
(finis)
Wednesday, 26 September, 2007
10:16 am US Central
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