I heard your call before you appeared
mystical bird of the north.
Your haunting, plaintive song
echoed across the still lake.
Striking a regal pose, head held high,
in formal black and white attire,
your doppelgänger perfectly reflected in the water.
You called again, and your mate arrived
Together you dove for dinner
and I waited … and waited … and waited …
At last, you broke the surface –
right in front of me.
Your intense red eyes met my curious green ones
for a magical moment we connected.
IMAGE: painting copyright Wendie Donabie