Warm beaches in the middle of the night,
the crashing of waves against the sand.
The occasional hoop or holler of somebody from a nearby beach party.
Flashlight beams shining on the ground,
like a spotlight looking for an escaped convict.
A flash of darkness across one of the beams.
Crab!!
Some one yells.
After it!!
Then there is the pounding of little feet on the sand,
its' grains are snow-white and still warm form the blinding sun,
baking the sand like you would bake a turkey.
Snap!!
I got one!!!
Wait... What do i do now?
Asks a little one.
I'm coming!
I say
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