They're quiet and calm, blending into the waves of the ocean shore.
Shells hard and tough like stone.
Not intimidating or threatening, just there.
There living and roaming.
There to make the sand its friend and
whoever tries to harm them the enemy to their claws.
But what lays beneath this shell?
What's being contained?
Is it for the better? Or is it just fear?
Whats within is delicately soft.
Untamed, yet protected.
The crab is I, and for I am the crab.