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Click hereHow doth the little cuckoo call
his mother for his food?
With bright red gape he cares nought
that he has destroyed her brood.
This nut brown soul works night and day
so to provide the best
unknown to her this open maw
hath massacred her nest.
the flavor of dark wisdom found in non sanitized folk tale.
Dark humor, and effective...Brrrr.
The brown creature is the unlucky mama bird (check her activities and the colors).
To my ear, it has something of a Blakean sound, reminiscent of the Songs of Experience. Very nice. I would suggest one change, however: The phrase "This nut brown soul" seems a little unclear as to whether it refers to the cuckoo or to the mother bird and perhaps could benefit from a more specific pronoun. Also, perhaps, make it "nut-brown." A very good poem, though.
and creative writing, a most tasty morsel
for my buds this evening..
sGp
It's my favorite poem today. It's such a wonderful marriage of cute and creepy. Great writing! Your poem has been recommended in the New Poems Reviews thread on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum. Thanks for the read! :-)