The Call Of The Loon
Of all the birds in the wild
The loon has a special style
With his cries echoing
From the pond and over things
He is a very pretty one
Gliding around and diving some
His feathers black white and slate
And beautiful in a special way
He has a place on the pond
With no question that he belongs
With all the wild things that are there
In the cool and gentle air
As he calls all make note
Of their place with whispers spoke
Happy to know he is free
To call out to his company
In the wild he goes on
Gliding along with his song
A signature species that all is fine
As his fans sip their wine