The Sponge In The Sand Poem by Louise Marie DelSanto

The Sponge In The Sand

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It is a new day and
the room is still dark.
My mother, the Hermit
Crab moves slowly
needing the wetness over
her crusty claws, moving
near the overturned shell
of small bits of food
but the sponge in the sand
has dried up.
'Oh no. Could they
have forgotten me?
she moves frantically
all along the glass tank
Overhead the rat in
the tank swings his
long tail down into his
wet food and looks in
dismay, 'Thems the
breaks, ' he says whipping
back the pinkness of his tail
He moves closer into his feeding
bowl and curls himself into a
ball of fur and tail.
'Where is the spray bottle
to wet my sponge? my mother
the Hermit Crab asks, pressing
her claws against the glass, a tapping
sound echoing in the room.
The rabbit in the cage below yawned.
'I am sorry for your troubles, but
there is nothing I can do.
It is all I can stand with the rat
above me squeeling at night.
And the cat jumping up to tease me.'
My mother the Hermit crab frantically
circled the tank one more time,
the sponge in the sand drier than ever.

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