OBITUARY

In Loving Memory of

All members of the Order

DECAPODA

(true crabs)

departed: usually during low spring visits

who have suffered innocent deaths during all Wildfilms production trips.

Remembered for the way you crunched under our soles,

the way through your death,

we realised the impact of trampling.

~.~.~

A crunchy shell, and mushy insides,

Sometimes you run, but mostly, you hide.

Yet you often get within our stride.

Sometimes big, sometimes tiny,

Pincers a pair and legs many,

Poor little crab

wish you moved quickly!

~.~.~

Forgive my pathetic attempt at poetry. Without these little beings, I would have had less footage of their relatives, would not have been "publicly shamed" for crunching one UNKNOWINGLY with my bootie... and the crew would not have had a good laugh at me... :-S