The distant call of a loon so clear,
The misty lake holds it dear,
A haunting sound that fills the air,
Echoing softly, a lovely affair.
In the still of the night, it sings a tune,
Under the silvery glow of the moon,
The call of the loon, a lullaby so sweet,
Carried by the waters, a mesmerizing feat.
The misty lake, shrouded in a mystical cloak,
The loon’s song is a spell it awoke,
Across the tranquil waters, the melody floats,
Captivating all with its enchanting notes.
As morning breaks, the loon’s call recedes,
Leaving behind a sense of peace it seeds,
The misty lake holds the memory so tight,
Of the haunting call that echoed through the night.