Lucky
A new guest in my home was recently welcomed.
He's not a person, he's a terrapin.
Lucky is the name I have given him
because he was lucky I was around when I rescued him.
By the trash in a small fish bowl is where I found him.
His owners must have gotten bored with him.
This is one reason why I find people so discouraging.
Why couldn't they have simply released him?
I don't plan on keeping Lucky indefinitely.
When he's grown large enough to fend for himself, I'll set him free.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2011
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