Journey of Words

Down along the river
From somewhere over Strawberry Hill
The calls of a cuckoo floated
Strong and clear
So distinct the sound
So loud
It sounded fake
The noise a toy might make
A lady on her walk wasn't sure
It crossed her mind
This cuckoo call was not real
Others too had their doubts
Of the cuckoo's whereabouts
I no longer believed
I too felt deceived
Until this morning when I heard
The song of the elusive bird
Cut through the rush hour rumble

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CLP 20/04/2026