The Cuckoo sings as bright as any bird

and its forest chattering drawl

draws many mouths to smile

as the long awaited Spring peeks its head

from around Winter’s closely gathered shawl.

 

The odious nature of its parenting skills make the Cockroach

shiver with nerves pumping prehistoric blood

and alien indestructibility. It shakes its scale like protrusion

and it sniffs loudly and the Cuckoo hears from above the trees

soaring in search of a sucker to warm its eggs.

 

The marble eggs carefully laid by the sparrow, destroyed, turned over, damaged