This is a repost. Still like it.
There was a tentative crab
Crawling out to sun.
Sideways and unsure.
I could barely see
Against the sea,
But once I found him,
I couldn’t lose his shiny-gray body.
My head half-buried in the sand.
Body unmoved. Just my eyes.
And the light felt silvery as the sun was falling.
And my skin felt brown and warm in the silver.
GrayCrab skittered about, back and forth,
Picking up dark blades and sea offerings.
But then, he disappeared
As quickly as the shore.
Down his hole,
Back to his underground palace
Filled with treasure, shells, spells,
Beach snail friends, and wonderful tales.
See you later.