By Pete Tucker

There is one little accoutrement
God did not bequeath the Sandpiper.
Splashing in the froth all day,
Yet having no windshield wiper!

Somehow, it seems to manage,
The day long, pecking in the sand.
The Sandpiper seems quite in concert.
As though it’s all been planned.

It needs not our silly devices,
Lives dreamily on its own.
Flitting in the froth all day
And quite happy there alone!