I am the cuckoo
Given wings of freedom by other birds
We chirp and tweet
But my song doesn’t sound quite right
I see other cuckoos in their nests
My song sounds like theirs
Our feathers match
But here I am, in another tree

Brood parasite
Far enough to be free
Close enough to be seen

The other birds loved me
But I often wonder what it would be like to live in a cuckoo’s nest
But I guess, in the end
I found out

Moxie McMurder