I was born shortly after a Storm, in a snug hole I was conceived, Mamma didn’t hang around, in a heartbeat she did leave! As I looked out my door my mouth hit the floor, there was this huge Gull eyeballing me while his friends were laughing with glee, heck I thought, in no way I will let you eat me.
Thanks to my Dad I was born with one huge claw, you mess with me and you won’t return for more! I can run very fast back to my hole hideaway but only sideways, I live by the Bay not very far from the Highway. The kids are always chasing me, but when they do, I stop and show them my claw, my piece of artillery, when I open it wide, you should see them flee and hide.
I have my eye on that pretty female who keeps following me, I know that she admires my claw, I can’t help being vain knowing that she will keep showing up at my door. She is so cute but I must tread lightly as she has a big brother who is a brute, no way I want him down my chute.
Well we finally got together and have a family, now the brute is my friend and he has his eye on my sister Amy. I let him watch our ten kids who pile on his back while me and the misses spend more time in the sack. She is a great wife to me, although at times she can be a little crabby.
Hey Kitty, it was inspired by my childhood, chasing those little funny critters along the shore of a creek.
I may write a poem about those creepy "Praying Mantis", when I was about five years old I was sitting in our back yard against a fence when something was pinching my backside. When I turned around I saw this creature that looked like it came from outer space, it terrified me!
Absolutely loved it you nail the visuals and the humour. I can Hermit quite clearly and can imagine all those baby crabs crawling and playing all over his back. Its funny and cute. I love your sense of humour in adversity particularly given the horrific storm you have just come through yourself. Milly x
Thanks Milly, when I was a kid I would go to a tidal creek and chase those Hermit Crabs with their huge claws, had to be very careful picking them up as they are capable of giving one a nasty bite. I always love to hear those laughing Gulls and think; are they laughing at me? Also at Football Games when they go into a huddle I think they are talking about me, and they are, guess I'm a little paranoid?