
From its roosting perch on a windy ledge
a wader returns to the waters edge
waiting each day for the falling tide
to expose the places where sea-creatures hide
long beak and tongue probing in the sand
for buried worms, cockles and clams
and every day she can truly affirm
that the early bird will catch the worm

Indeed, it is the early bird. I was quite early taking that photo! Love your poem 🙂
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