Sometimes, in spring,
chelonian patience rewards a soft gaze
as when a passing cloud unveils
the hidden carapace of an ancient turtle
that smartly recedes from any hint of a chase.
But then in fall, over twenty yards from the water,
a recently hatched snapper
pauses perilously at noon
underfoot on the lawn
for any to see
before proceeding at dusk, toward the brush and the trees,
and a home in the creek.
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December 30, 2014 at 11:36 am
heaven
January 1, 2015 at 10:35 am
heaven and nature sing!
January 2, 2015 at 7:59 pm
such joyful music, Scott
October 24, 2014 at 8:09 am
Interesting. I’ve never seen a baby snapper but I’ve seen plenty of adults.
October 24, 2014 at 8:51 am
This was my first, and I nearly stepped on it!
October 24, 2014 at 7:55 am
I had a baby snapper for a pet years ago. The little guy was tough on the minnows and crayfish I placed in the aquarium too! I eventually released the, rapidly growing, turtle into the pond above the house.
October 24, 2014 at 8:55 am
I admit it took some restraint to keep from picking up the little one. But I was too interested in seeing where it would go and how long it would take. Hope it made it to the creek!