Wrapped in an age-softened, threadbare quilt made from the scraps taken from my grandma’s
Sewing basket, the cat and I daydream while rain drums on the lake. In the yard, about
Fifty feet from the house, a mother turtle works to lay her eggs, covering to protect them
From predators and well-intentioned humans. I mark the place in my mind, to better
Advocate for my reptile friend once her work is done. Mamas have to stick together.