The Lonely Loon
Long before my daily ritual begins
Your call as distinctive as any sound on the lake
Beckons me with your unique overture
Each day like clockwork I see you there
Bobbing like a cork on the shimmering lake
On guard like a sentry at Buckingham palace
As I meander down the long rocky spit
We eye each other like boxers in a ring
One step past the mythical line you have created
And you will take flight to your safe haven
We are so much alike seeking our solitude
Drawing lines in the sand that shall not be crossed
For now we cautiously examine each other’s presence
Respectful of the boundaries we have set
One wrong move on my part and…
There will be a flapping of wings
Like a plane making its initial ascent
Soon you will be out of sight
Until tomorrow,
See you then my friend
Andreas Simic©
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