Kiawah

Under a Turner sky

Culture clubs of

Seagulls on the shore

All faced south

Guarding the sea’s

Return of the tide

In Cap’n Sam’s spit

A dolphin tribe

Seemingly unorganized

Secretly decides

On banks to strand

Unsuspecting schools of fish

While the tide recedes

Sleek sanderlings scurry

They run, they run, and

They hurry

Probing the sand with their beaks

Sweeping the beach to clean

Into the dunes

Ghost crabs sprint

Sideways, 

Sometimes alarmingly so

With eyes o’er its head

Protruding, Surprising

Ghastly ghoul - boo!

In nearby lagoons

Alligator mississipiensis

Remnant of a dinosaur

Stays warm and lays itself low

In brackish and in

Freshwater flows