On evenings as the day winds down
I like to leave the busy town,
drive to the beach, and walk on sand
beside the rocky coast headland.
Slow-stepping while the tide withdraws,
I was surprised to find these claws.
Where is the rest of that poor crab?
Perhaps a gull has made a grab
and ripped it open for a feast.
Now that crustacean is deceased.
But then I noticed a new clue:
the claws came from not one, but two.
I worry for those amputees,
their lives so full of tragedies.
Have they been fighting – lost a limb?
Will their survival now be grim?
How will they catch their dinner now?
They'll need to find a way somehow.
I know that I will be displeased
if my bare foot is boldly seized!
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