Above deep waters it rest

A loon snug in it’s nest

Alone it waits for the new day to break

Hears the branch start to crack

Is it the weight of his bed

Or a predator who needs to be fed

A tired and nervous wreck

How he longs to lift his head

Too tired to fly

Too scared to fight

The moon is well dressed to light up the night

Silence now

Above deep waters he’s found

For tonight he will still get no rest

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