Deceitful Blue Cuckoo
Although fears have taunted and haunted me so,
I found a blue cuckoo nearby, flying high and low.
In this place he knows well, a bird so agile and clever,
My trust it did gain, despite the unknown refrain.
In him I put my security and faith.
With wings outstretched, we took to the skies,
Above trees, woods, and bushes we fly,
The scent of spring, a welcome delight,
We played with petals, danced in the sunlight.
Through the dried leaves, we rummaged and soared,
Till we reached his promised abode,
A flourishing pond, a sight to behold,
Where comfort awaited, a story to be told.
I landed with excitement at the pond’s edge,
Hope and glee were my heart’s hedge,
But the cuckoo, to my surprise,
Did not land with me, he took to the skies.
From his perch in a tree, he scolded with might,
Accusing me of impulsive flight,
“Careless and foolish,” he berated,
My heart sank as my hope deflated.
In a show of pride, the blue cuckoo called his kin,
Perched together, they began to chime in,
“Ignorant pond foreigner,” they sneered,
My anger grew as my fears appeared.
I looked upon the blue cuckoo with disdain,
And saw him for what he truly was in plain,
His ugliness, both inside and out,
Left me no doubt of what this was all about.
His feathers, dry and askew,
His beak, crooked and not true,
Bitten by lice, his eyes, a fright,
Uneven nails, his legs’ plight.
Eerie his sight, his soul he did steal,
In anger and disdain, my heart did reel.
I set my flight back to the nest,
The beauty I saw became a test,
A lie and deceit it did conceal,
My heart, it would not heal.
As I flew, my cries did echo,
Disdain, anger, did I bestow,
“The blue cuckoo is ugly,” I declared,
And cursed his pond, my heart bared.
With haste, I flew back to the nest,
My wings beating hard against my chest,
The lessons learned, a bitter pill,
My heart, it would not still.
This is a narrative poem of lamentations, a creative expression of blighted hopes and frustrations. Through the symbolisms of a cuckoo and an eagle, the unspoken grievances and passive objections towards indecisive events find their new vessels.
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