Gull and Crab

Can you find the crab in this picture? It's like a hidden object puzzle to me. Click to enlarge. 

No problem for the herring gull, though. The bird, Larus argentatus, is in adult winter plumage. 

Crab dinner. 

This poem comes to mind -- A Green Crab's Shell, by Mark Doty, 1953

Not, exactly, green: 

closer to bronze

preserved in kind brine,

something retrieved 

from a Greco-Roman wreck,

patinated and oddly

muscular. We cannot 

know what his fantastic 

legs were like -- 

though evidence

suggests eight

complexly folded

scuttling works 

of armament, crowned

by the foreclaws'

gesture of menace

and power. A gull's

gobbled the center,

leaving this chamber

--size of a demitasse--

open to reveal

a shocking, Giotto blue. 

Though it smells

of seaweed and ruin, 

this little traveling case 

comes with such lavish lining! 

Imagine breathing

surrounded by 

the brilliant rinse

of summer's firmament. 

What color is 

the underside of skin?

Not so bad, to die, 

if we could be opened 

into this -- 

if the smallest chambers

of ourselves,

similarly,

revealed some sky.