when a gritty texture touch my toes
i'm pulled in to journey to primal days
wherein simple creature crawl from sea
centuries later here i am going back to be
amazing not i just go where i came from
and that holds true to most two legged buns
with naked eyes i dive down under
seeking my long lost tiny brothers
fishes looks at me funny, swim away
no i won't catch them all i want is play
but ah! ah! they have seen people
like me taking their big brothers away
so i settle with defensive brown crab
running sideways like those asian cubs
that's not really fun, i got pinch on the hand
sea anemone with beautiful fishes around
like floating noodles makes me hungry, i am
i run out of the water, start looking for my clan
Manonton Dalan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/031310-cooling-off/
