The Crab

There I was
On the beach one day
I saw a crab who pinched my finger
So in return I ripped its pincer
There is the crab
Struggleing to live
Trying to reach for the shore
That I new it would never reach

It suddenly stopped
As if striked by lightening
A pain in my heart new that it would die
Down it went, lying helplessly on the sandy beach
Dying in pain
Should i help it? Or should I let it be free?
A sad pain went all through my body
Telling me that it was too late

The crab who had onced pinched my finger
Was now dead!
There I was
On the beach one day
The crab who had pinched my finger
So in return I took its life

by Blair Williams

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