The Cuckoo : John clare : : Bird Poems : :

The Cuckoo : : by John Clare : : The cuckoo, like a hawk in flight,With narrow pointed wingsWhews o’er our heads—soon out of sightAnd as she flies she sings:And darting down the hedgerow sideShe scares the little birdWho leaves the nest it cannot hideWhile plaintive notes are heard.I’ve watched it on an old oakContinue reading “The Cuckoo : John clare : : Bird Poems : :”

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