One Summer’s Day

Rock pools lie glassy, shimmering with heat Shattered to shards by tiny splashing feet Red buckets and nets, hear children at play Squeals of laughter by the beach for the day Nets hoping to find a crab in their catch From his warm seaweed bed he is snatched from his patch Then at the campsite, he’s put in a pot Bubbling water, he starts to get hot Boiling he feels he’s being ripped at the seams Frantically tapping and letting out screams Out on the grass the kids play and giggle Can’t hear him scream, tap, struggle or wriggle They’re hungry for tea before it gets late And smile as his corpse is put on their plate.