Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
I didn’t realise
You were there until
I saw you snatch and
Snap your grubby claw.
Your shuffles invite
Me to look at you.
Others scuttle while
You sit, still moving,
Red wet glistening,
Listen awkward in
Your shell. Can you tell
I am watching?
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