THE RED CRAB

The Red Crab in the Garden

I came out of river water, I saw,
a cat. Afraid I stopped in awe,
my eyes short matchsticks, scoping.
Quietly I crawled sideways hoping
not to be seen. Fat-cat in ginger coat
Face smiling, and white his throat.
Sunning. Lying on garden seat
sleeping with eyes open, quite a feat.
I crept under an overturned pot,
Green branches breeze shivering hot
I waited. Then keeping to shadows
I moved away to other burrows.

The Red Crab

Veni, vidi, vici…well almost vici