POEM TITLE Lobster in the Pot
POEM
Lobster in the Pot
Moonlight blotted out.
Blackness inks the sea.
Stillness cosies round
blanketing the quay.
Little stirs the tide
sipping at the shore.
Rhythmic monotones
soothe the ocean floor.
Picking through the rocks,
feeling for a feed,
senses on the bait,
to satisfy her need.
Never really sure
how she shimmied in,
but once inside the pot
her chance of exit’s slim.
Trudging in the rain,
a hum of welcome near,
pushing through the door
drinking in the beer.
Lured by smells of food,
warm comfort all about,
once you are ensconced
you’ll not want to get out.
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