My minute Molluscs 💕

Hundreds and thousands of scalloped safe havens hidden on the shore land

Some are perfect but others are fragmented, scattered and smothered amidst shingled silky sand

So I dig and I delve picking out those shells that are intact and grand

Looking inside every one of them holding each delicately in my sandy hand..

And these minute molluscs smell of the salty sea

Where I realise their will to wriggle will warrant a right to be free

Yet my desire to observe them just a little bit longer is passionate to me

As I place each creature close to a shell putting them on the ground, I study them curiously..

Well they slither and squirm crawling along

And my hands smell of saline with a very strong salty pong

Now I feel riddled with a guiltiness coz keeping these creatures from the call of the sea is wrong

So I walk to the waters edge and release each and everyone of them to the oceanic awesome song…