It seems the beach continues to offer me new friends to chat with. This morning it was a crab, who made me jump when s/he moved just as I drew near. I was glad though, that s/he stopped so I could take her photo and wish her a good morning before she scuttled away.

So, of course, there’s a poem, because it’s Poetry Friday:

Now I’m off to think about the crab’s reply might be.

 

Have a great St Patrick’s Day, and don’t forget to check out the Poetry Friday round-up, which today is hosted by Robyn at Life on the Deckle Edge.