The feisty crab

I stared at him
And he stared at me.
"Are you looking for legs?"
He asked, testily.

"No! I was starin' at you
'cause you were starin' at me!"
(My knowledge of crabs
is as slim as can be.)

So I bid him goodbye,
though he scowled back at me.
A feisty sand crab
on my walk by the sea.

~~ Barrier Island Girl