Perhaps a nice Quiche.

 

You’d think I would have noticed

a turtle cross the room

lumbering there upon the rug

humming a turtle tune,

 

I’d expect to see a spider

or a fly come buzzing in –

something very tiny

and very, very thin,

 

But a turtle with its clunky shell

Has he even got a key?

how’d he pass the doorman?

didn’t anybody see?

 

And what about the stairway

how’d he reach the rail?

I know if I had flippers

on stairs I’d surely fail,

 

And if he reached the banister

and made it to my floor

I would have heard him scraping

even through my bedroom door,

 

I wonder if he’s hungry

is he now expecting lunch?

it is still a little early

maybe I’ll make brunch.