Sunday, May 20, 2007

Moon and Crab
Strong and silent,
The Moon stood.
It took the sea in its stride.
There came a high tide.
The froth surfaced,
Shells on the beach, parked.
The Crab clumsily came.
Everyday was just the same.
The Crab grumbled,
‘Lunatic Luna… :-p’
The Moon got very upset,
She went under cloudy cover.
The sea stagnated.
The crab slept.

Came Sun,
The Moon - wiped out.
Came Fisherman,
The Crab - wiped out.

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