Evolution Revolution

I was sitting on the beach enjoying the dawn When along comes a crab with two fierce pincers drawn When I shifted off slightly to give him some space He sat down beside me with pincers retraced. This fellow was not of the cute well known kind But a creature evolution had let lag behind His shell was a tangle of shiny shellac A dashed wall arrangement of polka dot black I wondered to myself would he think it ***** If I asked him the question what are you doing here Since I was the human who traveled the land And he just out walking on a dry piece of sand So we sat there in silence each in his own space Yet somehow connected in the rising sun’s grace As he walked to the water with an eight clawed resolve Was he thinking to himself would man ever evolve? Retracing those steps made eons before He paused where the waves became one with the shore With a last look around taking time to regroup He gracefully entered the primordial soup