The Forlorn Loon
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THE FORLORN LOON
The sound of the forlorn loon
Came hauntingly across the bay
Shining near bright as day
In the sky was a huge white moon
When I approached the tiny creek
Where I knew the loon would be
I wondered why a creature such as he
Would be one I'd take time to seek
I felt as though the mournful sound
This bird continued to make
Caused my heart to begin to ache
It was as if he wanted to be found
I found this great bird tangled
In a massive group of reeds
I immediately saw to his needs
Since his body was becoming mangled
I freed him from the trap he was in
And watched as he flew away
Because I heard his forlorn sound that day
Though I never saw the loon again
21 September 2018
For the contest sponsored by Dear Heart
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2018
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