She pulled her heavy shelled body out of the briny deep.

Following the moon, high above.

One flipper, then the next, pulling herself along the sand.

Her journey was arduous and long.

She finally reached the dunes, then she began to dig.

She dug, and she dug, and she dug.

Amongst the sea oats, she laid her eggs,

every last one. She covered them up,

Then crawled back to the ocean.

Hopefully they will be safe in the sea grasses,

until their times come to return to the water.