Mild and Melodious
Mild and Melodious
The milder one knew it, yet, got lured,
a melodious kind mesmerized her, as assured.
She let it into her nest,
only to find more eggs, after it left.
She could rear only the aggressive.
while the mild, could not survive.
It was too late a realization,
those alive, had grown a passion to sing.
The crow blamed her own fate,
the young cuckoos sung their heart out.
