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.)
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