Tracks happen at the beach

Tracks like whispers in the sand

Hermet crab

Seagull

Pickup truck

Human  feet stomp stomp stomp

Squishing sandy secrets.

Walk carefully, whisperers.

Whisper loud up and down the beach.

That way, the humans have to notice,

Then they see your whisper

They hear your secret.

Believe me, some of them do.