Retreat
The turtle sits on the stone.
It wants some time on its own.
Retreats into a chill zone.
Recalls places it has known,
the wonders it has been shown.
A goose calls in a harsh tone.
The turtle starts at the sound.
Geese abound, the mood is blown.
The form of this poem is a Cyrch A Chwta.
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