Monday 24 October 2022

The cuckoo's bronze egg

Today I spied a cuckoo fly
above a golden cignet's lair
and for a while she settled there.

She left a bronze-laid alloyed egg,
for the swans had blinded eyes,
and she cackled at her own audacity.

Unwittingly they nursed that egg,
tainted though it made the nest,
as when the bronze defiler hatched
he slew the chicks and flew,
where he knew best,
at one with the pigs in the sky.