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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
sumanar/lekha 
its throat holding
a blurred forest song… nicely put!
Beautiful, beautiful descriptions here, Sumana 😀 especially love; “in its dark body, white beak; with its feet on iron grill design of a window; with a nonplussed glance” sigh.. you bring him to life in this!❤️
Ah, seems like a good omen that the cuckoo showed up. I welcome a forest song – even though blurred a bit – at this time of year!
This cuckoo’s presence is a harbinger of spring, whether in the country or city.
Could be the hope needed by the concrete city. An interesting read, Sumana.
I have never seen a cuckoo bird, but you help to “see” it today. Lovely poem!
I love the thought of the blurred song in the concrete jungle. Cuckoo was obviously out of his element. Well written!
I love how the forest comes to the forest jungle… Yes we need that.
Lovely poem!
Lovely hymn of praise to the blessing of this bird, with such a strong finish too…
Sigh. This is GORGEOUS!!!!!! I especially love its holding a “blurred forest song.” (Maybe the cuckoo has fled Washington, D.C. because it is getting too cuckoo there even for cuckoos. LOL.)
I love the juxtaposition of the blurred forest song with the concrete jungle.
A metaphor, for our need for love, in a time of extreme hate, for the world around us, calling out to us, if we’re willing to listen to it. Let hope, we’re wise enough, to hear it, and act responsibly to it’s call.
Thank you, cuckoo, for showing up, for looking in and for allowing your visit to be poetry.
Apart from the avian rats (the pigeons and sparrows) I am always amused at other bird species deciding to move into the city. Kestrels and hawks are happy to lower the pigeon population but then others find pickings good in the streets and parks too so why not the cuckoo!
A powerful evocation: the incredulity of what man has wrought, in these strange times – brilliantly rendered.
I love birds and all they represent. Must confess I know very little of cuckoo. But, that just means I have more to learn. Thanks for sharing with all of us,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2014/04/26/dialogue-with-my-dragon/
Yet on this very spring day
today the cuckoo shows up;
There are events that unexpectedly show themselves much to our delight. Must be preceding some good fortune perhaps!
Hank
We don’t have cuckoos here. You make them sound magnificent.
We must all listen for the cuckoos ethereal song. I suspect it’s full of wisdom. Lovely write Sumana.
Beautiful… !! Every word seems so close to the heart. I can visualize the cuckoo again through your words… ❤
Spring comes in its own way—this year, as a cuckoo! 😉
A cuckoo in a concrete jungle…nice heralding of your Spring!
I love that spring comes a cuckoo!
sumana, this is a delight. showing up is enough.