Ghost Crab Ghost crab basks seaside Dying in the morning sun Front claws raise skyward I bow to the hard, wet sand As the horizon
Author: PKey
Working writer based out of Houston.
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An occasional robin The squirrels remain. Three or four catbirds a surplus of blue jays the mourning doves and an occasional robin. The branch of
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Grand Little Things 