Crabs
The sun goes down as we set off through bushes,
equip with homemade torches in hand,
A wish to catch land crabs by the bushels,
And stuffing our large crocus sack was our plan.
Focused to hear crabs crawling on the ground,
shoving vines and branches out of our way,
Thrilled to glimpse a yellow crab crawling around,
I launched forward, but it scooted away.
When the soil is damp, earth crabs roam about.
Fast you must be, if you hope to catch one,
They are quick and with their claws; they lash out!
Sometimes you end up catching none.
Crabs are assumed a fine delicacy for some,
They are cooked in plenty of interesting ways,
Stuffed, boiled, stewed, and you can bake them.
It can be discovered on any menu most days.
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