Loon-a-tic

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Loon-I-see
on the lake,
Loon cries out
to warn its mate.

I oughtta otter
swim so bold,
But my toe says
water’s cold.

Graceful swans
avoid the boat,
Always dressed
in snow white coats.

Leafing trees
turn to red,
Geese in V’s
already fled.

Light reflecting
in calm lake,
Inverted trees
wavy makes.

Morning clouds
too heavy to fly,
Wisping strands
aspire to the sky.

Loon-a-tic
with no oars,
Dumps his motor
far from shore.