Red crab crawling on the driftwood,
threatening with those giant claws,
I step back and count my fingers,
you have left me lost in awe.

Waving wildly, brazen monster,
giant that you think you are.
I don't have the heart to tell you,
you'd not leave the smallest scar.

You don't know your limitations,
so you have none, 'til the end,
when one day some thing will tell you,
meanly, you were not its friend.

© Montana Blue