Beautiful One There you are beautful one, showed yourself at last, I hear your twips you hidden amdist 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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