A Crab's Story Once I travelled here and there A life I had beyond compare Until a home of clay I found, and then my life did turn around. From my pot I crawled and saw Mountains of cages row on row On looking up there seemed to be A sort of concetina tree In my fright, I took flight And to my pot I sought to go But in my haste, which one, I did not know! Our boat was beached nearby this fisherman's work area. I loved to wander there, take photos and paint. Its about 5 years since I did this. Recent storms femolished the roofed area and it lies now on a nearby sandbank.