Turtle exits its hiding place beneath a rotten log. Its shell snags on that old, dead wood he drags the log along. Does he know that he's double-shelled? He seems so unaware. When he breaks free, he gains no speed -- just crawls on like he don't care.
Sunning on the shore, As in days of yore When the ancient beast Stood its ground to feast, Waiting for one to crawl Near its gaping maw... Then, SNAP! CRUNCH! - Crunch - crunch...
I saw a snake had made a gnarly bed -- On logs and stones, its length did curl and thread. Ah, to be comfy on bark's ragged bumps... I wake up when PJ's wad to a lump.