The Call
As I turned off the light,
I heard a cuckoo call, late at night.
Though she was nowhere in my sight,
It filled my heart with warm delight.
I wondered what she could want,
If she sang seeing the moon so bright,
I wondered why it moved me so,
Her free, sweet call, so late at night.
I wondered if she was calling out
To her friends and foes, before taking flight.
Maybe she wanted me to know
That she's leaving during the night.
The burdens seemed to melt away
As I heard her voice, left and right.
She could have been singing to the world,
Her happiness echoed in the silent night.
I went to bed, feeling at peace.
The call had lessened every plight,
It made me smile, released my soul,
A cuckoo's call, really late at night.
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