Grand symbol of the northern lakes <br />Where you've returned once more, <br />The echoes of your eerie cry <br />Awake the distant shore. <br /> <br />You pierce the night with mournful wails <br />Of souls condemned in Hell, <br />And auguries of death to come <br />Where'er our teepees dwell. <br /> <br />Hysterically, you echo from <br />Asylums of the deep, <br />Where twisted thoughts and wild, crazed laughs <br />Keep anguished souls from sleep. <br /> <br />Your sound is one detached from earth; <br />Enigma of the North; <br />So haunting and mysterious, <br />To hear it draws us forth. <br /> <br />And when we're favored with your wail <br />Emotions swell within, <br />Transporting us to worlds unknown <br />From where your cry begins. <br /> <br />Your sound's so strange and yet so shrill, <br />So beautiful, so clear! <br />Our hearts will all be saddened when <br />You leave us late this year.<br /><br />Lone Dog<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-call-of-the-loon/
