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.
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