In April come she will,
her travelling expenses nil.
In May she’ll sing all day
(plus overtime) for zero pay.
In June she’ll change her tune:
cuckoo, cocoon, cuckoo, cocoon.
Hear that bird in hills and dells
rework the same two syllables.
In July she will fly
without a wave or kiss goodbye.
In August with a bit of luck you
won’t be hearing from the cuckoo.
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Michael Durack lives in Tipperary, Ireland. His work features in journals such as The Blue Nib, Skylight 47 and Poetry Ireland Review. Publications include a memoir, Saved to Memory: Lost to View (2016) and a collection, Where It Began ( Revival, 2017.) A second collection, Flip Sides, is forthcoming from Revival Press.