The Crab MAG

January 23, 2016
By Foxglove BRONZE, Plano, Texas
Foxglove BRONZE, Plano, Texas
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What a cute crustaceous critter
Glossy pigment, richest hues.
Nature’s best kiln-fired glaze ware,
Burned with reds and tans and blues.

You go clicking ’cross the shallows
Snapping plankton from the silt.
Such power in your tiny frame,
Yet so delicately built.

Afternoon rain pitters your shell,
And there’s the quiet sound
Of salt-crusted claws turning o’er
Rocks in your gravel playground.

And when the sun’s glow glides away
From the soft saltwater shore,
So shall you, tiny tank, teeter
Out of sight forevermore.



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LexieM said...
on Jan. 28 2016 at 1:33 pm
LexieM, West Grove, Pennsylvania
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I like how I know its about a crab even though you never say it throughout the poem.


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