One Flew Over to a Crow’s Nest

An evocative poem by Raja, wherein a mother crow cares for her feathered offspring, both her own and a cuckoo’s, in the crow’s nest and busy wings.

Five o ‘clock in the morning, a crow’s nest
Flutter of busy wings, in her Sunday best
She swings into action, mouths to feed
For worms and beetles, she looked in the weed
This is a special day, for they will fly
Her’s and the cuckoo’s too; this one is a bit shy
She knew, to begin with, one was not her’s
But what the heck and who really cares?
So, she went about and gave them love
As the hen fosters her child, or the dove
And brought them up as it should have been
They all took the warmth of her feather and her skin
And years later, homeward bound in haste
A cuckoo flew over to a crow’s loving nest!

Illustration by the poet.