Monday, August 26, 2013

the moon and a loon

early morning
quietly paddling up the lake
slipping through calm waters
the moon still hangs low in the sky
a loon calls from a cove
sounding beautiful and lonely

spotting a pair of large black wings 
flying against the tree line
we change our course 
and are gifted by a bald eagle on its perch
looking for breakfast
it is time for ours

we head back home
pam's pearl street peaches and yogurt wrapped in crepes
smith smokehouse bacon
coffee and the ny times
a perfect Sunday morning
in Maine

I hope you had a good weekend too

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