The sand on my toes
I feel something close to me
Darn, it’s a crab, ouch.
The powdery snow
It calls to me and my board
Whoosh, the trees fly past.
Water colored sky
I wish I could taste the color
Pink fading away.
Mr. Grey, cute paws
So furry, soft, and clawless
Cushioned little toes.
Socks have a hard life
Victims of the warm dryer
Never to be seen.