In that sad sweet call, so much hidden.
But so much revealed once I discover the Truth.
Desperation, alluring;
Find a way. This way!
This way!
It summons me far, daring me to chase,
Daring me to fall into that trap.
Follow! Follow!
My eyes search for what I know is there.
They stray from rock to tree to earthy cove.
I spy it!
Hidden deep, but I see it none the less.
This way! This way!
Mother’s calm cry, deceptive in its secret panic.
She taunts gently, awaiting me to follow.
But I know now, for I have seen.
Tiny and beautiful, the Spring’s best gift,
Magical in its delicacy,
Nest of safety.
I glance into that paradise of comfort.
So soft, so warm.
Lithe little creatures so new, so bright.
But I know I mustn’t stay.
Turn, turn away.
I fall willingly into her trap.
Mother cries out again, leading me away from that tiny
miracle.
I walk away, leaving in peace that precious treasure.
Mother birdie cries out again, luring me away.
I follow as she hops along.
Path curves and dances, for mother is determined to protect.
She takes flight triumphantly, wings beating in a rush.
Eyes following her trail, my thoughts turn skyward.
She disappears into the eternity of blue.
It stretches on.
And I hear one final call of the sand-piper,
Before I bid the birds farewell.
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