Kelp Crabs by Kyle Drake

The Sound stretched far past the islands,
Beyond my vision and into the sky.
The wavy gray water could hardly conceal
The jungles of kelp catching my eye.

“Go on and eat it. Its taste can’t be beat!”
The old sailor said with a smile.
The boat was so shallow, the seaweed so close,
I pulled out a slimy wet pile.

I took a first bite and squinted my face,
The seaweed was mushy and cold.
I felt a sharp pinch on the side of my thigh.
The dark thumb-sized creatures were bold.

“The kelp crabs,” he said, “you’re eating their home.”
Little devils refusing to flee,
I launched the heap of them into the air,
Pouring crabs into the sea.