Sharing the Beach with a Willet
By Rebecca Longtin
I walked the shore with a Willet,
running in and out of the waves,
the sun low behind us as the day began,
golden light pouring over us.
Finding a treasure higher on shore,
clasping it in his beak, he rushed to the surf
And dropped it in the water
over and over.
Then we continued down the shore.
The sound of the crashing waves
drowning out all else.
The crunch of shells marking time.
The Willet paused,
suddenly wary of my presence.
So I paused too
to gave him space to move on at his own pace.
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