The Urgent Heart

Oh Lobster

How you stir

In a blur of claws,

Rubber banded

Handed to the scale

Forever flipping that tail

In want for water propulsion

Fanning the air with your primal convulsion.

Hissing and clicking,

Burrowing beneath wet shells,

Darting your bulging  eyes

In a slow scramble

You amble with arms raised

Ready to fight

Armored in ways

Ancient army's praised

And created

An emulated you

Rugged and fierce

On the exterior

I sense animal fear

Within the pattering pierce

Of my fingers adhered

To your urgent heart.

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