Ode to the Common Loon
Haunting the lake with your beautiful songs.
By Natalie EllisPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
An introvert of the lake
Yet you make your presence known
I’ve sought after your sightings
Since I was young to full grown
Your voice is equivalent
To the plainchant of our day
Haunting and beautiful
Your song echoes our dismay
But maybe, just maybe, it’s not as sad as it sounds
For when I truly listen, life is at its most profound
To be lost in the woods, lost amongst your call
Means I’m not truly lost, not even a little bit, not at all



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