Sunday, April 11, 2010

Shell Games

Every seven years they gather,
Eager to compete.
The Hermit Crab and Snail Olympics,
Here on Seventh Street!

They train for months, they stretch and flex,
They wax their shells and tails,
They polish up their legs and claws,
And smooth their mucus trails.

They take the time to do things right—
Each shell a sparkling dome!
But by the time they start the race,
It’s time to go back home.

1 comment:

  1. A poignant poem! If a Hermit Crab lived in a Snail shell, who should I root for?