A black shiny bird
Circles around me
Flying with agility
And vigilance
Efficiently causing
The death of nearby flies
Then it gives a call
A cry that shakes the woods
They talk about the cuckoo’s sweet voice
But I feel
Speech is not just about
Sweetness in one’s voice
But how confidently it speaks
With clarity and certainty
A colony comes rushing towards
The swallow
All circling around me
And I feel
The swallow’s cry
Is as worthy
As the cuckoo’s song