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One day while wan’dring far afield 
I heard a tortoise shriek 
“Oh, curse this shell, infernal cell…
I haven’t got all week!”

I dropped down low, I snuck up slow 
then spied him through the brush
and though he scarcely moved an inch
he wailed, “I’m in a rush!”

The world a-turning; daylight burning
the angry tortoise crept.
I asked him what the matter was
and at my voice he leapt.

He ducked his head and pulled his legs
and huddled in his shell.
I laid down in the prairie grass
and waited out the spell.

“I’ve naught but time.”  Said I to he,
“There’s no need for your worry.
Besides, I know I heard you say
that you were in a hurry.”

Slowly…just as turtles do
He showed one of his eyes.
Then slower yet, his head appeared
but he refused to rise.

“What do you want?” He asked of me,
“You’ll make me later still!
I need to get across this field
and over yonder hill.”

“The hare’s asleep o’er in the sage
he thinks he’s got me beat.
So, there he naps, but joke’s on him…
I’m lightning on my feet!”

“Except my shell keeps getting caught
it’s snagged in all these flowers.
Unholy pack, upon my back
I’m wasting precious hours!”

With that he threw his tortoise fists
and did a little spin.
He almost got me on the nose
then gave a tortoise grin.

The flowers had all lost their grip,
his twirl set him free.
But the thing that happened next
was magical to see.

He gave me a slow tortoise wink
then went off like a gun.
I’ve never seen a beast of field
that he could not outrun.

I sat up in the meadow grass
and gave my head a shake.
A few feet off, I saw some ears,
the hare was now awake.

Although, that came as no surprise
I only can assume…
that he’d awoken at the launch 
which made a sonic boom.

I dropped down low, I snuck up slow
then spied him through the brush.
And as he rubbed his sleepy eyes
the tears began to gush.

The world a-turning; daylight burning
the rabbit had just slept.
I asked him what the matter was
and at my voice he wept.

05/10/15
Entry for Burning Daylight
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