The Clandestine Cuckoo ❤️

It sounded out one warble only, as it flew from my garden wall

And as I listened, I had expected more cuckoo calls, but there was not another at all

Coz the curiosity of the Cuckoo bird is such a mysterious oddball

You see, though I hunted for this fascinating feathered friend, it was well hidden out of sight

Somewhere in my shrubbery of bushes, self shading from the sunny daylight

And I knew that he was camouflaged amongst the colourful countryside, with his tiny, tail markings of white

Whilst I watched and I waited, for a fleeting glimpse of this sneaky bird in flight

But though I knew it had to be there, coz I had heard yon single cuckoo sound

This haunting harbinger sings just like my German clock, bearing the same name..that drops its pendulum to the ground

I have been told that Cuckoos mimic that shape and size of a Sparrow Hawk, to pillage and plunder any other birds nest that can be found