Truck Stop

He was moving as fast as he could.

I looked around for a hare.

I stepped out to greet his huge shell self.


The gravel road separated twin ponds.

Why is this big turtle crossing the road?

Was the pond greener on the other side?


I crept toward his lumbering crawl.

He stopped and tucked.

I leaned and asked why he was crossing.


He just snapped at me.