Out in the mud.
A turtle's morning:
Braving the flood.
I'm no turtle,
Nor some odd frog.
I'm not meant to
See through this fog.
Slipping, sliding,
Flopping, flailing,
I've got no balance.
Logic is failing.
Frogs all leap joyously
Onto their pad.
Turtles swim smugly
Making me mad.
I'm not a turtle;
No, not a frog.
Or else I would navigate
This ceaseless bog.
But I fight and I struggle
Against plants and manna.
I mutter to the quiet
"A welcome guest in Louisiana!?"
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