A Bird Came A Walkin

The sun was hidden and the air was moist and salty as I walked the beach before the storm.  This tall and lime green guy with one giant eye situated nearly on top of his head, was prancing in the sand like me.  When I caught him out of the corner of my eye he was just hopping along on his two long legs with tiny feet.  His beak poised in case he was lucky.  He's a lean guy with a proud chest who was just perusing the beach, checking out what and who had been uncovered when the tide was so low.  I stopped to take a photo but he said nothing to me.  He might have posed as he gazed at the waves gently slipping up onto the shore and the back out to the river that became the sea.  Ephemeral and like a dream I think he might have been dancing a jig for me.