Cuckoo Poem by Chris Embrick

With duplicity you survive
From others take to stay alive
With duplicity you survive
Danger looms near when you arrive
You have no pleasant song to sing
You have no pleasant song to sing
You're often heard but seldom seen
Your appetite leaves others lean
Among your kin a paradox
You live alone and shun the flock
Among your kin a paradox
No song of love, your life's a ruse
No song of love, your life's a ruse
Our child will never be like you.