The crab and me

Swimming came forth the sea

Swinging thousand cradles in her hands

Humming to herself a lullaby sweet.

A small crab was rocking inside

The cradle that the sea placed

Gently on the cushion of sandy beach.

The crab was sucking its thumb

While surveyed all the surrounding

Stood up straightening folds of legs.

I freed my hand from mother’s hold

Tiptoed the crustacean who walked sideways.

A crow hunting nearby looked sideways.

Vicious twinkle alternately in it eyes

Wings half spread started hopping.

Knife’s deadly glitter on its extended beaks.

The crab started running on all its eight.

The cow close at heels.

My eyes in fright trod behind.

The crab could not slip safely

Into a hole in the sand.

Caught between the steel beaks its legs

Started striking feebly in the air.

My three year old hand groped behind

Desperately for mother’s grasp.