A Real Cuckoo Poem by Douglas McClarty

A Real Cuckoo



I heard a cuckoo this morning
It was as clear as the morning air
Calling across a wooded valley
Was the first I have ever heard
Apart from a clock in our front room
That was many years ago
But this was a real cuckoo I heard
Because my watch said five past nine.

Monday, March 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nature
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