Cuckold

Barbet 
bold,
guarding your hole,
neither your wife nor you
will cuckold the other's colourful soul,
so sit
on your coming two.
 
Trill
in peace
for strife is your least
affliction to fear of in life;
so gaze at the geese, and take time to feast
or go
for a drink with your wife.
 
When
it's dawn,
perhaps you'll mourn
 - to the honeyguide's carefree song -
two eggshells torn, but a third one born
your son
who survived the wrong.

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