Running over wet sand I can confess

to sandpipers: we are one and the same.

Seaside life depends on tide pools and aim.

But will insects among algae impress

seagulls soaring, sporting beaks with more claim?

Running over wet sand, I can confess

to sandpipers.  We are one and the same.

Not all birds are in it, I must redress,

with a need for fat bugs, fresh fish—or fame.

Hunting for the next meal is a fun game

running over wet sand.  I can confess

to sandpipers we are one and the same:

seaside.  Life depends on tide pools and aim.