So I was about to write something, and the coo coo clock goes off… It made me want to write about it…
Silence breaks through the house.
Not even her breathing can be heard.
All of a sudden she gives a scream.
It’s a coo coo clock’s little bird.
The eerie sound fills the room.
It files away the darkness committed inside.
And the little wooden figurine,
Jumps in and out of it with pride.
This clock continues ticking.
Even if nobody is home.
If it’s owner died, it would tick.
So the Bird wouldn’t feel alone.
For inside the box-like shape of this clock,
Beside all the chains, cogs and the chimes.
A little wooden bird sits waiting.
For the hourly moment to rhyme.
“Coo coo” it yells with it’s wooden lungs.
And the house, it fills with the noise.
From the little wooden bird, sitting and waiting.
Just sitting and waiting, with poise.
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