A Little Crab

Feet digging

into the wet sand,

I pulled the chest

from the depths

again.

Sea-slime clad,

metal bands,

a little crab,

with his pincer

hands,

fought me back,

the chest was his,

I fought him back,

he wouldn’t

give

an inch of ground,

or an pinch of care,

for my treasure chest

was his watery

lair.


© CGT, 2018.

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