The Love of a Sandpiper

I watch fascinated at its teetering stance, bobbing up and down, picking at small insects that infest the lonely loch, that it chooses instead of upland streams or creeks or fast-flowing rivers, or in some lonely lake. Today I sit on a small chair, behind some bushes on the shore of a lonely loch, away from it all. Ah sandpiper, are you emulating me? Are you in search of lonely spots too, far from the worrisome cities of the world? Let's leave behind us wars and strife, enjoy a bit of peace. Let us be true to love. A breeze strikes, up and up you fly, with stiff bowed brown wings and your characteristic cry, swee-wee-wee, swee-wee-wee. Where will you go for shelter? Do you prefer the secluded estuaries or the protected inland lakes? I see you return, too good a place to miss. But look, you've found a mate. Heaven provides, love conquers all. I think I'll turn in, my wife awaits.