da-dum,  da-dum. . .

a slow moving day/

at a turtle’s pace/

in slow- mo, no energy for the race/

peering out from within my shell/

hunkering down hidden and disguised as well/

only to be within my little world/

to gather more energy for the finish line/

the slower I go the more I see/

with no rabbits in sight but only me/

hare today, and gone tomorrow/

and maybe this mood, without any sorrow/

not up to the muck and mud of the world/

with no rabbits in sight but only me/

t u r t l e  – t u r t l e

/lr