Where the Crawdads sing.

Think of them as happy lobsters,

Oversized claws

Clapping the air,

Beady eyes

Checking out

The place

In case

Of predators

Or prey.

 

Just finished Delia Owens’

Where the Crawdads sing.

 

The best book I have read in as long as I can remember.

 

And, yes, I finished Shuggie Bain a few days ago and loved that too.

 

This was in a different class.

 

Perhaps not literature,

It captured,

Held me in its grasp.

In its craw.

 

I’ll say no more.

 

Please read.