Standing out on the dock <br />I feel it slowly, gently rock <br />Then I see a turtle head <br />Wanting now to be fed <br />Little did I know they travel in packs <br />In herds they come, in stacks and stacks <br />A Hitchcock tale, with turtle terror <br />Because of someone’s simple breadcrumb error <br /> <br />OX-BOW 8/17/2010<br /><br />Rhonda Baker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/turtles-3/
