Sandpiper

The briny's ebbed and out of reach and in its wake a fresh clean beach but left behind and snagged on rock are slimy strings of bladder wrack. In rock pools some creatures marooned and bits of bygone life abound, like skeletons of crustacean that once thrived in this vast ocean. A sandpiper struts on mudflat as that is where his food is at. For cone shaped casts he keeps keen eye knowing that's where a lugworm lie. His pointed beak is poised to stab into the mud a worm to grab. He must be quick to win his fill for soon returning tide will spill.