The Call of the Loon

A loon will soon in June

Send shivers up our spines

Long lonesome wail, speckled tail

Hysteric cackle in pines

Calm lake is blue

 

Morning mist, I get the gist

Mirror calm by raindrops kissed

Loon swims by, warbling cry

Leaves a wake that cuts the lake

In two

 

 

More Stories