how apt a plover should in perfection mark
that early sea-mist as night rain rolls off
the mudflats team with dippers and prodders
each more guilty than the next
in fast action always moving - three toed
three toes and down and up
to catch who sees their empty beak
a single gull crash-lands
earthquaking the jellied sands
in gross vulgarity it necks a fish
gagging all the while
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