My Hermit Crab
By Lauren K
With its pincers snapping in unison
To the acquaintances that populate its home.
Eyes bulging as it seeks a bowl of food
And its shell deteriorating minute by minute.
A hand descends from the heavens
With a treat in its grasp.
Like a claw machine being activated
And grabbing its next toy-shaped victim.
The treat is placed at the peak
Of the rough and worn-down rope.
It beckons the creature to climb its surface
As a treacherous journey awaits.
Victory at last!
The treat is secured!
A pawn in this unpredictable, glass bowl world.
A minuscule period in the life of Jann the hermit crab.
