Be my log

Turtle sat daydreaming
Soaking in the October sun
Famed to disappear in its own shadows
Being watched by otherly eyes
Moving only to follow the sun
Turtle does this everyday
Without exception
But Turtle could do none of this
Without it's Log
Log lies there
Atop which lays Turtle
They hug
They hold
They nap
They cuddle
Without Log, Turtle can't rest
Without Turtle, Log won't uphold
Today though they will spend one more night holding, resting
Until a cold February day
When both will be whole again