Beautiful One

There you are beautiful one,
showed yourself at last,
I hear your twips
you hidden amidst shells and sand. 

I waited, you chose to show yourself, 
you moved, stopped. Walk and stop, 
It’s just how you walk,
feeding along the way.

On this sand whipped spit
you breed, come storm, flood and surge.
Here you raise your young.
O how I delight in you.

© Craig A Roberts, 2022

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