WAYWARD

                       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.

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