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©