A crab’s old shell
Left empty and cold
Like the rag doll
On the side of the road
While the crab moves on
To find a better home
The rag doll is forgotten
On that street, all alone
Creatures take over the old carapace
The protective shield that you had once shared
The rag doll cannot move so fast
It was taken by surprise, completely unaware
The crab finds a new den
A place it has long yearned
The rag doll is stuck rotting on the sidewalk
Waiting for the crab’s return