My feet are caressed by the waves of the moody sea,
Washed ashore, a little red crab
The sky a luminescent pink, awaiting the rising Sun
Sheltered from the glaring Sun
Separated from the sea
Yet followed by the crab.
Claws waving, he leaves, my crab
Towards the Sun
Rapidly sinking into the sea.
The Sun is elsewhere, but I am here with the sea and my little
red crab.
Written by
Kia Anand