Return of the Snowy Plover

Feb 19, 2009 1 min read

(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.