The Ghost BirdA Poem by PadfootBlackA haunting cry peirces the air, the unmistakable call of the Ghost Bird...A haunting cry peirces the air The unmistakable call of the Ghost Bird
Silently gliding through midnight waters Human eyes search desperately and in vain for the sleek checkered body
A shiver runs down the back of the Persuer as the cry is heard once again The Ghost Bird surfaces near Taunting, teasing.
With a hushed splash She disappears into the lake's ongoing depths the Persuer whips around to see... nothing.
Nothing but the Ghost Bird's only trace A soft ripple coating the water's surface Only the gentle sound of quiet waves carressing the shore remains.
Reluctantly, the Persuer gives up after days of scanning the peaceful horizon
But when head touches pillow each night and the Persuer drifts off to sleep there is no doubt that he hears the cry of The Loon of Heart Lake. © 2010 PadfootBlackAuthor's Note
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