What Charity Forbids
There they are--
Floating
Together on their precious log,
Soaking sunshine to warm their
Cold blooded,
Back turning,
Shiny shells.
Let me throw just one rock...
It doesn't even have to hit any of them...
Just let me throw one tiny stone,
Smacking the river's surface,
Scurrying them into the murky waters
That they pride themselves on crawling out of
To adorn their log.
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