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Image given to us as a present by Jim Almond, Shropshire Birder. (Juvenile Cuckoo)
THE CUNNING CUCKOO
By Josie Whitehead
Winter’s winds have come and gone
And the days have lengthened too.
New born lambs have romped in fields,
And grey skies changed to blue.
The daffodils lit up the world
With sturdy golden flowers
And sunshine stole upon the earth
And into woodland bowers.
March came and went, and April too,
And May has now arrived:
Woodland birds have built their nests
And something’s been contrived:
Another bird, from foreign shores,
Enters into the wood.
The cuckoo, cunning as she is,
Is up to not much good.
She’ll lay her egg most carefully
In a nest meant for some others.
Once born her chick sets out to oust
His stepsisters and brothers.
'There’s no room here for other birds!'
The selfish cuckoo cries,
And, eating all the food that’s brought,
Grows to a fearsome size.
The parents bring back lots of food
For this greedy, noisy bird -
And 'Thank you?' - No! They’ll never hear
One single grateful word.
Once fledged, the cuckoo flies away,
But leaves a message clear:
'You’ll see me back to lay MY egg
In YOUR nest - yes, next year!'
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