The Slow Rock Dance

Moving so slow,
Wanting to be faster. 
Why can't,
Anyone hear. 

The dancing,
is medicine,
to my shell. 

Walking,
on the rocks.
Are just,
Like your docks.

But the one,
Who hears. 
Creates, 

the fear.

It starts

very small,
and grows

Very large. 

Only then.
Can you,
hear me,
squeal.