SANDPIPER SONNET

The briny’s ebbed and now far out of sight And all around a vast expanse we see With debris left by the retreating sea. And stretch of golden sand, a real delight. On rocks are barnacles there clinging tight Waiting for next high tide to set them free. A risky life they have, you must agree, Being at the mercy of the tide each night. Now on mudflats left by departing tide This wader slowly struts and keeps keen eye, Searching to see where the lugworms may hide. Hoping to spot sand spirals there to try. Each one he stabs as he then wanders wide For those lugworms are vital food supply.