The Cuckoo's Call Poem by lalitha iyer

The mating call
of the male Cuckoo
it is so disturbing
that you feel like
going upto the tree
and softly caress the bird
it is melting your heart
it touches you deep within
for ages it is the same
the urge is persistent
and compells you
to respond
the passion is very strong
burning all inhibitions
diving into the velvetty depths
and hypnotizing with mellowed plea
you cant refuse the call
neither ignore
it goes straight like an arrow
knows its way like a shot
tempting with eloquence
tempted
from lands apart
the frequency hurts
the fragile mate
to hop near
the whistle is sharp
it awakens the moon
and winter is not warm
pairing is beautiful
and the call,
killing throatfull.