THE NEW BREED OF CUCKOO
jerry KWATCHEY@kwatcheyjerry128608
56 minutes ago
#poetry
THE NEW BREED OF CUCKOO — A REFLECTION FROM THE SIMU COLLECTION
Once upon a sky where instinct ruled and survival was an art,
the cuckoo bird lived by a selfish but effective wisdom:
lay your egg in another bird’s nest,
leave quietly,
and trust that someone else’s responsibility
will raise what you abandoned.
It was flawed
but it worked.
Until now.
A new breed of cuckoo has emerged,
and even the old ones whisper its name with unease.
This one no longer searches for nests.
It no longer seeks shelter, strategy, or survival.
It rises into the open air,
beats its wings with reckless pride,
and releases its eggs mid-flight
letting them tumble through empty sky
toward whatever fate or fatal ground awaits.
No plan.
No care.
No instinct.
Just the illusion of liberation
masquerading as evolution.
It calls this recklessness freedom.
It calls this abandonment soft life.
It calls this directionless drift
living without limits.
But the older cuckoos know a truth carved by nature itself:
A species that forgets the wisdom that sustained it
will not survive the arrogance that blinds it.
For what the new cuckoo calls “freedom”
is not flight
it is free-fall.
What it calls “liberation”
is not growth
it is the extinction of responsibility.
And what it calls “soft life”
is not softness
it is the erosion of everything that keeps life alive.
In seeking freedom without foundation,
it threatens the existence of its own kind.
Because evolution without direction
is simply extinction
accelerated.
A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.
