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Cry of the Loon
i sit here at the table looking out the bay window at the lake it is quiet and peaceful for this weary mind sun creeping low i hear the night creatures as they creep out to the world the cry of the loon is heard off into the distance i listen to a solitary wolf greeting the moon as it slowly rises a lone owl hoots from trees outside my window a soft sound i watch a moose swim across the lake towards my island the cry of the loon is heard off into the distance there is a magical presence all around me peace and serenity hearing the lone loons haunting call somewhere on the lake i wonder does it call to its mate is it a warning cry or a greeting the cry of the loon is heard off into the distance im alone on my lakes island alone and at peace my solitude there are no worries here no cares the world has faded away my mind is healing from the pains of life amongst natures call the cry of the loon is heard off into the distance Vote for this poem
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