GHOST
CRAB
Out of its hole a ghost crab creeps
With its two eyes on stalks it peeps
At all the sandy world about.
Then suddenly it scurries out.
It scurries sideways across the sands
To where a clump of dune grass stands.
Then suddenly it's still as stone,
Like some small pebble, all alone.
Its colour blends with yellow-white,
Fine sand and so is lost to sight.
Then all at once it scurries on-
A tiny ghost that's glimpsed, then gone.
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