cuckoo poem

it started with a shy romeo crow that day,
who dropped on my balcony
and peeked at me over its shoulder.

then
i go to the shops for no reason
like i never do
and the street cleaners rev their deafening engine
a few footsteps from where
i find you -
eyes bright and body supple,
warm and
freshly dead,
wings still spread open
in a relaxed embrace of sky