Black Fantasy

Heard it's cooing
First time this spring 
Can't say with what
Unfathomable thrill 
My heart fills!

The much awaited,
Much baited voice
Announces the end
Of the dead silence of winter
And my heart thumps in 
Excitement at its sweet banter 

The charcoaled feathered body
The long sharp tail
Has come once again 
To announce the season
Of colour,harmony and a sweet pain!

O cuckoo! Thou art so coveted
For your sweet voice fills us 
With love,hope and life
After a grey winter's strife
Thy voice ushers in a promise
Of life after demise

Yes,the winter is nothing more
Than a grave of chilly silence 
A time of cold suffering for the pauper
Who doubt if they could ever see the sun shining,until you arrive in your inky grandeur.

And thy dulcet voice refills our heart
With warmth,faith and zest
Its melody  driving away 
All sort of grief,weariness and dismay

Thou,thee ,thy voice only has the power 
To transform the despair into colourful shower