Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand

Where the low tide showcased a promised land

I told them, “You will grow to be something dynamic and impressive;

You are patient, you are gallant, you are festive”

Then I let them go..

Oh..

Today I pulled three green frogs out of leaf and bark

Where the grape vines climb a convenient barn

I told them, “You will grow to be something tenacious and exalted;

You are mighty, you are gracious, you are lauded”

Then I let them go.. 

Oh..

Today I pulled three baby snakes out of moss and dirt

Where the wild strawberry vines toss and turn

I told them, “You will grow to be something inventive and electric;

You are healthy, you are special, you are present”

Then I let them go

Oh…

All dressed up, like a spider in a cup

Entirely divided from his hub

Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier

When building coverage out of rubber tyres

Or guns out of thumbs…

Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks

Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf

Ummm… It’s getting cold, sugar water getting warm

Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war

How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup

Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut

Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood

To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge

Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth

Trying to tunnel ‘till he ankle deep in pay-dirt

Or halo deep in water…

Glub glub… wondering if running

Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning