Speaker+of+a+Poem

I chill inside this tank all day, able to come out once in awhile to play. I do basically nothing except bask in the sun, or lay on a rock having no fun.

When I get to come out and play, I never sit still or know how to stay. I like to venture off and explore until my owner decides I've had no more.

But when two weeks come, and the mouse is bigger than a thumb. I am so thrilled when it drops on the ground, for me to snatch it and curl around.

Now my belly is full and I don't wanna move, but I eventually make it back inside the groove, and curl up for a goodnight rest in the warm inviting crest.