The crayfish under the edge
Of the still half-frozen pond
Shouts in the thrill of his find
To his parents and brother,
Look it’s a lobster! Look, look!
His family straightens him out
But doesn’t tease him that much.
After a while, it’s a joke—
Let’s go eat at Red Lobster!
He found himself a lobster—
It’s a real small one! The boy
Remains pleased with the outcome.
Lobster or crayfish, it’s cool.
A small monster under rocks,
A wild thing, unexpected
In his depauperate world
Where most wildlife stays on screens.
The family strolls the pond’s edge,
Savoring their outing now,
Even though a cold wind’s up.
Lobster’s the word of the hour.
Everything’s a lobster joke.
This will be their anecdote.