In a soliloquy of falsetto cries, you glide
across secluded waters, recluse by nature,
almost primitive with black and white
markings and dagger-like beak – uncommon.
Loquacious after the silence of winter
has passed, wailing, yodeling even
into the night between dives, I observe
by moonlight distinctive style.
Graceful and awkward one in the same;
your elegance limited to water,
while vulnerable on land;
O, what striking beauty – unique.
Red glares surrounded by shiny black
feathers, almost blue; mesmerized
from morning to afterloon delight
in dramatic entrance, I ponder.
New England native, you remain
mysterious, alluring; the call
of the wild lurking on ponds
surrounded by trees green – uninterrupted.
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