There are cuckoos in Croesor
And their call is distinctive.
They live in the nests of others.

One evening we walked up the valley
And we heard the sound.
We wondered who had moved aside
For him, for her.

Do the wise owls of Croesor discuss
The cuckoos?
Must something be done for the birds
Who struggle enough
To feed their own.

In the end perhaps
There will be only cuckoos
Visiting the empty nests
Of the birds
That gave up and left.

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