Loon Watch
They make the ocean their
stage to dance and dive,
For food that feeds me on my
perch above them,
Close enough to see their
darning needle beaks
And their quilted black and
white backs with the
Fabric that warms them from
the frigid water,
And me from the wind that
swirls leaves like sails.
No audience is needed for
such contentment,
Or freedom that exalts in
another’s company,
What joy that shares the
waves with no applause!
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