Her cries, aloft on watery wing,
Haunt by night on eastern shore;
Count the deeds of beast and king,
Chronicle the songs of yore.
Trembling on the edge of stars,
Notes that quaver, full of ache,
Melt with sadness, name her scars,
Loonlight, Lady of the Lake.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Beautiful description of that haunting, aching call.
Thanks Lyle! We got so many loon adventures this summer. It was great to observe them in different places and situations and get to know them a little. I’ll always love their cries…
Me too!
WOW! This one is stunning! I love it!
Thanks Heidi! (Did I reply already?? Sheesh. The old noggin wont quite tick like it used to… 🙂