The Mother Cuckoo

The mist was gone somewhere in the depth of the valley
The shower left a sweet scent on the mushy earth,
The wind was calm in the serenity of the air
And the mother cuckoo was still on the rain-washed tree,
Cooing all day long as if her song would never die,
I never heard a lyric so full of pain, so melancholic
That a dark heavy lump squeezed by my throat,
Then the bliss of the vicinity bade a reluctant farewell
And the echo of the song seeped within my soul;
She seemed to whimper, painful tears of desperation
She seemed to give the sad news from far beyond,
But the meaning try hard I could not understand,
I never heard a lyric so full of pain, so melancholic
That the lump grew and grew as if it would never die,
Then for one last time she brushed her rain soaked fur
And I thought about the forbidden land she left behind,
A solitary feather swung from her withered wings
And then the mother cuckoo was longer to be seen.

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