Crawdaddy Comments

oh the grotesque and the delicate...I read this to my husband and he says he remembers running home from the creek up the street from his boyhood home with one hanging from his finger...latched on. He said they used to catch them from behind with their hands- take a good look at them- and then let them go. Thanks, I enjoyed sharing this poem- and like the added stanza- that brings it full circle and gives it meaning.