Shadows of the Loon; A chilling tale.
By Josey Curley
Cruising in the little motor boat,
Dock resides by thy nest.
Were they to come for my throat?
Alas, we headed out on our quest.
All was calm and there was no fear,
But on our venture back,
I worried that maybe this wasn’t my year.
Both parents taking turns
Popping up…
…and back down.
Limitless loons,
lurking and lingering.
A breeze in the misty air,
whispering and shivering.
Eerie echos glide across the water,
How are we to survive this artful horror?
Returning with our precious samples,
Thought we were in the clear…
However, ‘twas quite the gamble.
Ready to strike at any moment,
I am not worthy of this opponent.
A vulnerable fish in a big sea.
Was that me?
Territorial! Territorial!
Protecting their egg,
We don’t want the egg!
Turning to steer,
I glance back and they disappear.
Smelling my fear,
It is then they choose to reappear.
The loon the headlights, while I, the deer.
We approach the dock,
Beaks like sharp spears.
Head on a swivel,
We must persevere.
Ominous birds on the prowl.
Can’t get my words out, only vowels.
Aye! Eee!
I owe you!
WHY!?
Anyhoo…
Don’t make any sudden movements!
They were getting closer,
Too close,
TOO CLOSE!
Release the battery clamps,
Pull out the motor,
Paddle paddle.
We were at the mercy of the water.
And it most definitely,
was time to skedaddle.
Josey is a half-term member serving with Green Mountain Conservation Group. Her favorite sweet treat after a long day is peanut butter chocolate fudge ice cream. Learn more about Josey here!