Snad Circles

she sweeps along the sand just past the waves,
for the moment she pauses with a feeling she saves,
digging deep in the sand for hours to come,
turning around to the hole with her bum,
laying the soft eggs into the bottom in a pile,
then sweeping the sand over for a while,
she returns to the waves as they crash the sand,
soon the eggs pulse and expand,
digging out the little turtles run,
with the rising of the warm morning sun.