Pectoral Sandpiper - Poem by Diane Hine
Pacific vacationer flies north to nest,
parades on some high arctic shore.
Puffing his fine feathered, stippled grey breast,
persuasively seeking rapport.
Provided with radio tags which attest
perpetual day may ensure,
Pectoral Sandpiper's sleep is suppressed,
perhaps for a fortnight or more.
Perusing she sandpipers swoon for his chest,
percentages measure the score.
Pedigrees prove that deferment of rest
profusely enhances l'amour.
How pleasant it is
to winter in sunny climes.
Would it have the same appeal
if one had to fly oneself?
A t last
N ow that your
D ancing is done,
P roud promenading
I n mid-summer sun. Soon
P retty precocial chicks will
E merge from the sedge tundra nests,
R unning or flying, always time-pressed.
S leep at last, now that your dancing is done.
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