I love sycophants, it’s the way they creep and crawl everywhere. It is a real shame when sometimes they get confused with elephants, put in the same enclosure and get trampled. I also like the Boris, I know it’s old, but it’s difficult to tell how old because it’s always lying. One thing about the Boris though it will never go extinct because it’s such a prolific breeder.
Seriously, I have a thing about turtles. I can relate to them because when they have the freedom of the sea they’re fine, its when they have to come out to lay their eggs they’re exposed to predators, as are the hatchlings on their dash back to the safety of the ocean. Personally I don’t lay eggs, but I know what it’s like to be exposed to predators, both the illegal ones and the legal ones know as politicians. Like the turtles I’m fine in my own little world. Unlike like that other animal though, the ostrich, I don’t bury my head in the sand.

The Turtle.

She crawls up the beach, to lay precious eggs, then back to the sea using flippers as legs. Such a beautiful creature so elegant and fine clumsy on land but in water sublime.

The top of the shell the carapace, plastron below, that beautiful face,   I wish I could swim with her and forget all my chores, far below the sea avoiding man’s wars.

How long is she safe though ? That is the question, to man leave nature alone, that’s my suggestion. Everything we see we plunder and spoil, oh idiot man you make my blood boil.

All words Meadowhead Bard.