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THE LONELY LOON
We saw a solitary lone loon on a cloudy lake,
That haunting call for friends it sadly did make,
There was no answering cry, he swam there all alone,
A black loon on grey water as if carved in cold stone,
He flapped his wings, he couldn’t fly, what would happen to him?
We watched him dive for fish and quite well he could swim.
He mush have a nest mixed in the bull rushes so tall,
But could he make it through winter not able to fly at all.
Soon the lake will freeze until it is covered in ice and snow,
Where then for food will the poor injured loon then go?
Will someone hear him calling to loved ones flown away,
Wondering why he can’t join them, why they could not stay.
But look, here come its mate, will they stay together
Will they survive until spring or die curled up close together.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson September 5, 2004