A meeting
We number five here,
on this rock.
We are just fine here,
free from shock.
We lie together,
calm and still.
And think us hasty,
no one will.
Our shells protect us,
strong and firm.
Should danger lurk,
we needn’t squirm.
Our neighbor blue jay
sings us songs.
Our friends the ducks,
they quack along.
We’ve no belongings,
and no bins.
We find our home
beneath our chins.