perhaps
they all
now know
a fishing
tortoise
is too
slow.
Even as
I sit
and look
they take
the food
from off
my hook
then nip
and snack
behind
my back.
But I
have heard
that time
will tell
and so
I’ll sit
here in
my shell.
One day
those
fish
will
fall asleep
and then
I’ll reel
them in
to keep.
Poem © 2016 Dom Conlon
Illustration © 2016 Steven Henry