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Poetic License: ‘Return of the Snowy Plover’

By JOE PACHECO - | Sep 9, 2020

(Poem found on Sanibel Beach)

(To the tune of “I’m Looking Over a Four-leaf Clover”)

Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

— Mark Twain

I’m the snowy plover someone looked over

And I’ve been overlooked before —

That mound of feathers was not my remains,

Along with the shells and Diet-Cola stains.

The reason I’m remaining might need explaining —

I lie dead flat on the shore,

So when someone looks over a snowy plover

I’m just not there anymore.

This two ounce rover found a new male plover

And built another nest on the shore —

Tourists will search on the sand in vain,

We’re safely tucked under seaweed and rain.

No need for redemption or wildlife protection

From what grim future lies in store —

No one’s looking over this snowy plover

Someone overlooked before.