A Phantom Cuckoo

[poliphilo]

There was a cuckoo in my dream. It had let itself into the back bedroom- and was sitting on a mantlepiece that doesn't exist and its plumage was greeny-blue. Then I woke up, but the chant went on: cuck-cu-coo, cuck-cu-coo. I got up, drew aside the blinds and a couple of doves who had been having a conversation in the gutter above the bedroom window took off and made themselves scarce. 

Comments

[silverhawkdruid.livejournal.com]

I haven't heard a cuckoo for years. As a child in Cornwall I can remember hearing them every spring. I loved that sound, and miss it too.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

They were always rare.

It's a strange sound- haunting and sad in a way no other birdsong is.

[silverhawkdruid.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. :-)