The Lobster Hunt By Omar Rayyan Omar

Have its lobster claws times two pincered off One way sticks of this crustacean’s underwater trap? Eight leggedly it gallops off among arthritic, bulbous trees. And waves its spiny tail to cover up its tracks. Dogs have joined the spirit of the game, Spaniels with foreheads as regally as high As their master princess on a unicorn And will play this pint sized monster-knight to death. Undistracted by surrealistic fish camouflaged in dark, Untempted by sea horses following her braid. Never can crustacean hunts be lost When hounds are hot upon a trail of lobster sauce.