Description
“In moving slow he has no Peer.
You ask him something in his Ear,
He thinks about it for a Year;
And, then, before he says a Word
There, upside down (unlike a Bird),
He will assume that you have Heard
A most Ex-as-per-at-ing Lug.
But should you call his manner Smug,
He’ll sigh and give his Branch a Hug;
Then off again to Sleep he goes,
Still swaying gently by his Toes,
And you just know he knows he knows.”
The Sloth
A poem by Theodore Roethke
Just hanging around, beautiful piece by
Edge Sculptures, designed and sculpted by Matt Buckley. Traditionally sculpted from clay, hand cast from their special blend of marble stone and hand painted in their studios at in Shropshire, England
