Marsh Boardwalk

Marsh, with crabs by the thousands, clicking and popping upon the mud and boardwalk, their one larger claw white and folded as they floated sideways. No alligators, though I looked for eyes. I looked for eyes and the texture of tail. I waited for a strike but found none. Alone, I didn't go far down the trail, afraid of the snap and no one to hear. I was content with the tickle and rustle of crustaceans on the edge of the ocean.