Ahh, LN. Though at times you feel like the bait, you shall ever be the fisher. As for me, I swim in the depths of a clear Canadian lake..smokey this morning, as it clings to the dawn's mist. Down here, I have learned much about how to nibble and never bite...Don't take it personally. Your worm looks so very tasty but you see, I AM saving myself...for the ultimate sacrifice. The complete consummation. I have forseen my destiny in the lure of loon love. Yes, I have been drawn ever closer to the surface as he hunts and dives through my liquid territory. Iredicsent scales flash furtively among the lake algae. Useless to hide any longer here. He knows where I am. He caught me staring at him the first day we met. His sleek velvet plumes backlit against the orange sunset, wearing a halo of flame and a coat of sprinkled snow over his shoulders. Loon is a patient bird and no, he shall not go hungry awaiting me. Soon I shall be ready, Soon he'll come for me. Soon I shall yeild to the call and lure of loon love.