Ten birds on the beach
One in shallow sea
Food is within reach
Air reeks melancholy!

On this misty morn
Veiled in mystic shroud
The one away forlorn
Not foraging with the crowd!

It waits for return tide
For the waves to come in rush
So it can on them ride
Hunt in joyous gush!

Ten birds on the beach
Picture of contentment
Within their reach
Last tide’s remnant!

The one in shallow sea
New tidings its heart craves
To break through melancholy
Lift her on crested waves!