Sanderling

Sanderling, sanderling

So quick on your feet. 

Better move fast 

You’ve a wave to beat. 

You flirt with the water

Along the shore. 

Running in fast 

And retreating once more 

You follow the wave 

Back towards the sea

But the next wave comes 

and away you flee. 

You pause one second

Your beak in the sand. 

To grad a morsel

Of food if you can. 

Another one here

And another one there. 

You dance with the surf

With never a care. 

And if a wave 

Should come in fast

You flip your wings

And fly at last.

Sanderling, sanderling 

I watch you eat. 

Sanderling, sanderling 

So quick on your feet. 

(c) James L Frady 

April 23, 2022