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Turning Stones

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Turnstones on the foreshore
As the tide rolls in
Busy in their feeding
As it says on tin
Turning every pebble
Hoping there to find
Another tasty morsel
With nothing left behind
The sound of their quick foraging
Rises from the beach
Clicks and taps the background
As beaks for titbits reach
Scurrying swiftly to and fro
These birds of brown and white
Then startled by intruding dog
They're gone in instant flight.


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