Tiniest of turtles!
Your shining back
Is a shell of orange
With spots of black.
How trustingly you walk
Across this land
Of hairgrass and hollows
That is my hand.
Your small wire legs,
So frail, so thin,
Their touch is swansdown
Upon my skin.
There! break out
Your wings and fly:
No tenderer creature
Beneath the sky.
