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