An Empty Carapace
Along the waters edge I strolled, as wavelets wet my toes
Rockpools filled with hidey holes where wary crabs had chose
To wait for the coming tide to venture out once more,
Hiding from the hunters, who scour the open shore.
Empty carapaces, lay scattered here and there
Evidence of those who thought they'd take a fleeting dare,
So as I stroll along, thinking life is sweet
For some it is hide or die, just beneath my feet.
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