Right by the rocky bay in Seattle, Washington
The suns image bounces on the shore
The crabs with depression in their eyes are trapped
Saddened by capture
They have come sadly out of the water
To greet the tough hands of death
The sly fisherman swiftly climbs over the boulders
Where the crabs have gathered all of their lives
They scuttle away in fear of the monstrous man above them
Away they go
They run into the water. Every crab for himself.
There's no future for them now
Wanting their home
The crabs begin to submerge themselves into the darkness
The fisherman wants to hold them in his fishing net
For they have fallen for his trap
They try to pinch the man
With their crimson claws
Their hard-shelled bodies stay intact
The salty air hanging thick around the mans beard
His dirty hair flowing around the poor crabs hard shell
The fisherman realized
That if the basket was empty he would be broke
Let there be crabs
This was amazing! I love how you wrote about something totally unexpected. Awesome job!
ReplyDeleteI love the line " the salty air hanging thick around the man's beard" Beautiful imagery. In a way it reminded me of the old poem The Walrus and the Carpenter, sea poetry, the crabs still get eaten, I love it. Fantastic job kaitlyn.
ReplyDeleteWow. Way to pick a unique topic and make it sound passionate like we'd expect about a pet.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh. I love this!! Very original!!
ReplyDeleteThis is really good, Kaitlyn. I like the narrative tension and the work on want versus need. We know the plight of the crab and the job of the fisherman.
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