You’d think it not possible
But yet it is so
I love them so much
I’ll give it a go
I think it’s my fourth
But it might be the third
When it comes to loon poetry
I am a real nerd
Please excuse the excess
But they give me delight
And this summer I’m happy
To report a new sight
The loons have a chick
Their nest did succeed
They prepare for the future
Of a glorious breed
In case you need telling
The chick is darn cute
And black is the color
Of his birthday suit
His parents do gather
Lots of fish for his feed
They are rather doting
They attend to his needs
At first on their backs
The time he would pass
But now that he’s bigger
And gaining some mass
He swims on his own
Between parents he bobbles
They stay close to help
If he starts to do wobbles
Eight weeks or about
And full grown he will be
To make the long journey
Out close to the sea
Next summer I’ll return
To this very spot
Hoping to see loons
Since an obsession I got
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