I tried out on a poem. Hope you like it ^-^
By the way, it's not exactly Pontus being written about in here. This poem was before Pontus was officially created.
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Gentle, soft ocean waves,
Flowing to and fro.
The frothy white hem of its blue dress,
Draped on a sandy shore.
The wind is still, light as a feather,
A canvas of glimmering white specks
Upon a splash of black,
With a silver crescent hung in the sky.
With nimble and silent toes,
Like a ballerina,
A little creature, with eyes of the night,
He walks on in the moonlight.
A little house on his back,
Painted brown white and grey,
With silver linings framing the walls,
Is the little hermit crab's home.
Little claws work quick,
Burrowing down in the sand.
Like a lady's hands at needle and thread,
Like the nimble fingers of a squirrel at feed.
The wave speaks, it stretches a hand.
With subtle motion, it washes over the sand.
Refreshing water, slightly warm,
It washes over the little hermit crab's house.
Two black beads for his eyes on thin stalks,
Poke out from the yellow and white sand.
Grains the size of salt he pushes away,
He climbs out peacefully, quietly.
Tiny feet like those on their toes,
He carries his silver-lined house,
And wanders again on his lonesome self,
Under the soft glow of the moonlight.
YOU ARE READING
Pontus
Short StoryLife of a hermit crab. Named Pontus. Yay! This li'l guy LOVES coconuts. So what happens when he sees a particularly lovely one high up in the treetops? - - - All Rights Reserved (also the pictures are all mine. Except the cover. Not yet...) Shor...
