Busy Sandpiper

A solitary sandpiper picks his path Three - four maybe a score Find them on any sandy shore Marvelous kaleidoscope of mobility Double jointed tooth pick legs Old time movies jerk ahead Staccato motion, roaming and roving Pointed beak pecks at sand As if going treasure troving So intent upon the chore Hopping over grounded wave Flap and fly three feet away Running, racing rain or shine Like a cycle rider in a line Skip, leap, nary a peep, Always hunting, peck and bob. This no eight to five job.