Crustacean King
With pincers strong and armored shell,
With pincers strong and armored shell,
The crab, a creature, does excel.
A king of shores, a sandy throne,
A creature feared, yet all alone.
He scuttles sideways, swift and fleet,
A master of the sandy street.
His eyes on stalks, forever keen,
A watchful guard, a watchful scene.
He burrows deep, a hidden lair,
A sanctuary, safe from care.
He feasts on scraps, a scavenger's delight,
A creature of the sea, a curious sight.
With colors bright, he blends with sand,
A master of disguise, a cunning hand.
He fights for territory, with might and main,
A fierce protector, of his domain.
Yet, beneath his armored shell,
A gentle heart does often dwell.
A creature of the sea, so wild and free,
A symbol of survival, you see.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook


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