Crabs

He said, “Close your eyes and think of the sea,

And the night the crabs visited you & me.

 

The sun had set, as romantic as planned,

When the crabs emerged from small holes in the sand.

You spotted them first and you squeezed my hand.

First there were 10 or 12, then 30, 50 or more,

 

Suddenly, the nocturnal gathering covered the shore!”

She said, with closed eyes, “I remember that night,

How bold they were and how ready to fight,

– When you threw a stone, they attacked it raring to bite.

 

That towel became a safe haven where we would remain,

In the wilderness, trespassing on nature’s domain.

Trapped on our cotton island for hours we stayed,

Huddled close, in awe of this amphibian parade.”