A Day Chasing Loons

Hard out of the North A Following stern wind Push us, yawing and sliding White caps froth, Not to be spurned, And the Osprey is warned A spectacle, proud and high Yapping away all prey Majestically poised and held Aloft, frozen in flight Survived the frigid spray and washboard of North Bay Sentinel loon sighted Nest unveiled, behind the hummock Nature’s blind: Found, the first, noted Binocs grasped, there Banded or not? Exasperated by the super slink Chuckling at their foot waggle Preen, and dive Fishing or guarding Pine Island, Robbins Mill and Blueberry All found, hidden and guarded None at last year’s ferry spot, where charted Found, three more and noted Gender, on sight unknown Yodel, reveals, only the male Partners for life, a jealous model Equally blanketing the egg, so solid Two old guys out on a perfect cloudless day On a Thursday in June On a Lake in Maine, Enhanced and entranced Learning to care for each other, Just spending A day chasing loons