hermit crabs nab empty sea shells
to use as mobile homes,
switching to roomier quarters
after each molt.
It’s not easy finding another house
that fits. You need friends, quite a few,
all with the same problem.
They come together,
as if for a barn-raising,
the biggest crab in front,
the next biggest behind him,
until a chain is formed,
the smallest tenant bringing up the rear.
Properly queued, they start trading up,
creeping out of their old shells
and into the castoff in front of them–
the leader, obliged, looks elsewhere.
If you live in the neighborhood of hermit crabs
and haven’t seen this event,
get closer, find the time.
Save your wild self.