Counting Piping Plovers

Counting Piping Plovers

Twelve so far have come to nest. Tiny
feathered souls in pairs who find no
no rest when warmer weather fares.

Castles smaller than my hand, humble
hollows in the sand hold their downy
young in perfect camouflage.

Winds blow less bold. We wait and
pray man and tide will turn away from
this delicate collage.

By Joan Newton, South Berwick

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