Its Koel season again, so love ‘em or shove ‘em
& call ‘em what you will, rain bird, storm bird, or
cuckoos that they really are, they will get to you
eventually; and if not you, then to unsuspecting
foster-parents diligently hatching one extra egg
laid in their nest, raising a chick, who ruthlessly
and without regret kicks their own offspring out
because that’s the damn way of this freebooter
Then when fully fledged at great expense to its
thoroughly duped pair of foster-parents, leaves
on a northward journey, maybe PNG or further,
without offering thanks, goodbyes or regrets; a
dissolute analogy of parasitism we sadly get in
the breed now as members of our Parliament
© 5 December 2014, I. D. Carswell
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