The Cuckoo Shows Up

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On this spring day

today,

the cuckoo has come out;

in its dark body,

white beak;

with its feet

on iron grill design of a window;

with a nonplussed glance

in its red eyes

into human home corner.

Was it ever meant to be seen?

It’s always been the spirit

of the forest green.

It’s always been a voice

ethereal.

Yet on this very spring day

today     

the cuckoo shows up;

its throat holding

a blurred forest song

in this concrete jungle.

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry #344 @ Poets United