Tortoise
Short of legs but not insight
Eyes awe bound
Belly earth borne,
Back home packed
Gait monastic
Native of no land,
Call led crawls, sense fed-
A bite here, a munch there
Bidding Time to slough out
Of this shell clad life.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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