It’s true, it’s true
the cuckoo call
a-changes in the light of June,
in resonance it deepens and
finds echo in an
altered tune.
I listened out and
listened well
to hear the song that
cuckoos tell and
notice in the days of june
it speaks of travel coming soon.
Around the peak of summers light
preparing for its onward flight
the male begins to
say farewell in
cuckoo calls of knowing tell.
His mate prepares to travel too
as solstice night comes into view,
its chick required to raise itself
and fly in solo transit whiles.
A journey took
to a place unknown
via miles upon migrations pull,
the Congo Basin waits and knows
young cuculus
is coming home.
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