There is a small lake in the park
where the tall dark
trees
shed green reflections
in the water smooth as glass.
Once I went fishing
and I fell asleep; when I got up,
someone stole
my bottle full of worms and scraps.
So I got very angry and
jerked
my line out of the water - and there,
hanging to the end of it
was a Big Black Crab.
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