A vagrant turtle shambled up our street
In quest presumably to meet a mate,
Despite the imminent danger of this feat,
Then do what turtles do to procreate.
As it approached a busy thoroughfare,
Kim spotted it and pulled her car aside
Then found a way to give the turtle care
For otherwise it surely would have died.
She took an empty carton from her trunk
And lifted in the endangered wanderer,
Returned it to our lake where it soon sunk,
Hoping the episode would not recur.
But mating time makes for a craziness
That often puts in peril one’s success.