Just Plain Cuckoo

Perching brazenly on a bough The herald of spring In its wrinkled black and white striped vest Demanding intimacy With its proclamation This rogue itinerant Reckless and brash Ready to mate And ready to run Abandoning his egg filled lover To find a home for his brood By intruding on another's space in ejecting that bird's shelled hopes Socially selfish Psychopathically intent On securing a future for her chick At another's expense And this murderous charade At every onset of spring Will play out to its bitter end From the first cry of "Cuckoo".