My son was filled with panic <br />as he called me to his room. <br />His heart was full of sorrow <br />as his eyes were rimmed with doom. <br /> <br />He said ''Why did you do it? '' <br />and ''If not you, then who? '' <br />I looked at him and had to say <br />''I haven't got a clue! '' <br /> <br />He said his crab was missing... <br />it was not inside its cage. <br />If you had seen that kid right then <br />you'd see a face of rage! <br /> <br />He said ''That crab just couldn't fly! '' <br />''It couldn't lift the lid! '' <br />(I tried to search the cage myself <br />in the hopes that it just hid.) <br /> <br />To no avail, that crab was gone. <br />The cage sat very still. <br />I said ''You better look for it <br />or else our puppies will! '' <br /> <br />He looked for what seemed hours. <br />No sign of Mr. Crab. <br />He left no trail to follow... <br />no note in which to grab. <br /> <br />Late that night my son ran in <br />and with a look of dread <br />explained he found his crab... <br />it was under his bed! <br /> <br />He don't know how it got there. <br />He wonders what it did... <br />I laugh and see him block the cage <br />so it can't lift the lid.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-did-you-do-with-my-crab/
