No Fun in the Sun
Here is a quick little poem and picture I thought would brighten someones day.
Twiddling my toes in the sand,
A crab crawls quickly across my hand.
I see his claws clacking away
And wonder where he is going today.
Hurriedly, he heads down the beach
Just barely out of the rushing water’s reach.
A seagull’s shadows flies over him
So he turns and tauntingly shakes a big limb.
He seems to want to stay in the sun
And he suddenly speeds up into a run.
Hastily, he hurries and has to hide.
For the crab, it seems, the seagull has spied.
The crab cannot elude detection.
The seagull dives in a downward direction,
This might be the end of the little fella,
If not for a beach-goers big umbrella.
With a click and pop of the canopy,
The crab, it seems, the seagull cannot see.
He happily hunkers down into the sand
And welcomes the wonderful shade on the land.