The green scum is coming ever closer tothe shore, there is hotch potch of rubbishand green algae. The wildlife gathers too,the reality of the local nature an anguish.
The crab is going hard to make up a littledistance. His friends retreat from the water.Clapping helps him to forage not belittlethe others who need the same, no matter.
The look of the sky darkens, he hides andgoes under, for a time he covers himselfwith friends. Rain slides off a rock at hand.A lobster is seen, a ledge acts like a shelf.
Crab hides under it, the predator is gone.The rain slithers off the ledge overhead, Itdrips to pools below. But where is the sun?But crab is content, the rock a perfect fit.
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Ronan Quinn is an editor, writer, poet and…
