Distempered crustacean
Passing motions of royal discontent
With heavy, violet claw
Or else causing frustration
With your nocturnal scrabbling
Though your domain is small
(A barren postcard of gravel and plastic)
You defend it with the stubborn pride
Of the kingly irrelevant
Who see ownership as a cause for inflation
And square themselves before their hamlet
Declaring defiantly “This is mine.”
Hermit crab, I will not challenge your feeble bleating
Nor strip you of your possessions
Rather, I turn amused, providing your daily bread
Like a thrown stone, you perceive freedom