Clams Poem by Edwina Reizer

Sometimes on the beach at night
the little clams all shut up tight
are afraid to open up to see
what strange creatures there might be.

Washed ashore by the mighty tide
they await another rising tide.
to sweep them back into their home
Closed up and silent in the bubbly foam.

Some make it back. Others do not.
Other unfortunates are left to rot.
Some offer themselves to the gulls on shore.
Sadly, those don't live anymore.