Poem for a Beach-y Day

Sandpiper

He scurries
to the water’s
edge on skinny
piper feet.
He pokes
around the frothy
sand with spiky
piper beak.
He noodles in
the silky surf
for tiny clams
and eggs—
then scampers from
the rising sea
on
s
k
i
n
n
y

p
i
p
e
r

legs.

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