Crab-bodacious Shrimp Feast.
All of God's creatures hold human attributes
Perched on a sling back chair
mere feet...two to be exact
from the salt splash of the surf on turf
enjoying a more creative way
to dispose of some defrosted shrimp bait,
Tempting the dozens of shy sand crabs from
the pockmarked navels of the beach.
Chuckling as they scurry on vertical tipped claws
horizontally at the speed of delight,
to snatch the shrimp tossed.
Oh, how their crabbiness becomes apparent,
as I set them to war over some leftover fish-food.
but I being a fair god of their latest bounty
toss each delectable morsel in such a way
so that even the tiniest of sand crabs
nabs a juicy bit of meat that is anything but
shrimpy to them.
All decked out in their little white gloved claws
like some formal dining affair
plucking and suckling tidbits of semi-frozen
shrimpsicles in between defending their prize.
Oh, what a line dance they staged
zigging and zagging in front of my canvas throne,
thier beady black eyes locked on my right hand
which emptied two full bags of plump chum
to their very doors where many disappeared
dragging their booty below.
Soon the bags of bait were emptied
and many sated sand crabs
lay bloated in their suddenly too small holes
and so I headed off to my own hole in the wall
to suckle some frozen nectar
and catch a little air cooled nap
away from he blazing sun.
In the summer of 2010
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III