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
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: March 3rd, 2018 12:14
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Comments4
A charming picture of a bird we never see here in the U.K. but which is an obvious beauty in the places where it can sing and call.I have heard the echo of the loon's cry but only in videos etc. A signature species indeed and thanks for sharing its alluring notes with us W.C.
Thanks so much, Fay! I really appreciate your support. The loon is indeed a special bird.
A fine write wc.
Thanks orchidee.
Another beautiful write of Nature's own wonderful art.
Thanks AP. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Nature does indeed make beautiful art.
I love his warbling cry and have a clock in the kitchen that sings his song every hour! So you got me!
Outstanding! Thanks for sharing. I can imagine what that clock is like.
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