It is a birth day a late June day a baby loon’s first day From the large greenish-brown spotted egg in the spoon of the waterweed-and-mud nest the dark little chick pecks and peeks then splays out near her mama’s big webbed feet And less than a June day later she has a brother
Two small matching loon chicks in darkest downy gray poke and peck and pester the nest for just one day Mama and Papa have both sat waiting waiting incubating listening to the lap lap of the lake’s lullaby while watching for thieving weasels gulls raccoons and crows
