Trifling matters

Treading waters, soon to gather,

“The council! The council! The council of the ancients is about

to begin!” The last remnant paddle quickly, but tread

slowly on the surface, raising up their shell.

“Ahem! The council of the ancient turtle, had begun!”

The muttering of whispers in the air,

The concern of what would transpire.

“Our first matter for this council meeting!”

“Is to end it so I can take a nap! This old timers

fed up carrying such a heavy load of anxiety all

over the place!”

“Your only one-hundred and fifty, youngster! How

can you already be tired?”

“Say that to my face, you old coot!”

“ENOUGH!”

A thundering snap echoed throughout the realm of river waters.

The old snapping turtle made his presence known.

“We all carry heavy burdens, regardless of age or experience.

Let us be reminded of the wisdom of aiding one another,

Rather then dragging each other down!”

“Like that will ever happen!”

“Come closer to my face, and you will see.

Perhaps I’ll even stick my tongue out to test you!”

The politics of ancient turtles, was a trifling thing.

One might hope that they were wiser due to age,

But alas, wisdom is not always found with the elderly.

Just more cynicism and decent quality sarcasm.

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