
A Cuckoo Apart Copyright © colin whyles 17th June 2009
The cuckoo mocks in major tones
The bird condemned to fly alone
Its family tree of broken homes
And children never to be known
No chiller killer feathered a nest
No other brother brought such disrespect
No sister kissed on frozen forehead
All fallen broken to their deaths
No colder shoulder levered them over
No heart apart lived to be loner
No quibbling sibling with whom to grow older
All gone, no-one dares to be bolder
With entrails trailed upon the floor
And guts rebutted from the door
No-one to teach you any more
Than “cuckoo” as your only call
Does cuckoo hear its parents' cries
While strangers foster its desires
To find its kind in empty skies
And gift its own cuckolded child?
A twig upon the family tree
No branch supports the likes of me
The father gone, the mother flown
You give your gawp to beaks unknown
But gawp you must and gawp you will
Lest they not keep your belly filled
Until at last you fly alone
And you can mock in minor tones