A crab lived and died.
Empty claws and carapace
sing an elegy.
Photo © Patrick Jennings | Carapace and Claw
Click on the link in the photo credit to read the photographer’s own poem inspired by the fine image.
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Mellow Curmudgeon 
To reiterate: I really love this haiku, especially the subtle meanings rendered by punctuation. ❤
Thank you for “officially” posting it as a challenge response. 🙂
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Ooops. I misspoke. Not a challenge response. 🙂
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While I thought of waiting for the next challenge, I decided it would be easy enough to update the post with another link in case your next challenge uses a word like [elegy].
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<smile> (ssshhhh) Light. 😉
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The photo’s art describes an unchallenged meal, and I imagine a solitary gull, gliding over a deserted beach, adding its voice to the silent elegy. Yet — with apologies — I can’t prevent what follows:
For those who cannot
use the little fork, the claws
are too much trouble.
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Yes, a gull could well find some tidbits, even w/o opening the claws. Gulls do sometimes break open clams by dropping them on rocks, but the claws would not be heavy enough for that trick.
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Beautifully captured ❤️
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I’m sure a seagull had a delicious meal. Very poignant haiku. It made me feel sad for the poor crab. 😢
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