A Poem on CUCKOO

I see a bird

in the sky

singing a song

without any shy.

It has sweet voice

just as expressing

it's choice.

Now it goes

towards crow's nest

and it sit on

to lay eggs.

Crow's and it's

color is same

and I think

Cuckoo is it's name.

(This poem was written by me when I was in class 9.)