Sebrina Rreinardy

The Loon's Song

The mist hangs just above the glistening water,
Slowly spreading its cold, eerie fingers across the land,
The darken water is smooth as new spun glass,
With not a ripple breaking its placid surface,
Reflecting the moon's pale light upon the scene,
Slowly, a haunting serenade floats across the landscape,
The nightly creatures grow silent as the Loon begins,
Sending its haunting melody into the crisp still air,
The ghostly notes echoing of sorrow and loneliness,

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