Up on the forestry track
where dogs are often walked
and you might see foxes crossing,
the cuckoo-woman
gave us a rhyme
her mam had handed down -
" The cuckoo comes in April
She sings her song in May
She changes her tune
In the month of June
And July she flies away"
She'd heard the call first time
this year early in April
from deep on the Waun -
without any prompting
she smiled and recited
to us like a rare song -
days later we heard the bird
but not a sight of it -
the woman's voice returning .
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