Cuckoo

Of summers night

in the pale moon light.

Sat an old man asleep and dreaming

with the horror he dreamt he was now awake and screaming.

A crack in the window left a cold breeze blowing

And from the corner of his eye he saw a cuckoo clock showing.

Ticking furiously amongst the halls in the old town house

The old man thought the clock to be maddening like a scurring mouse.

Stepping forward immersing in the uproar

the old man stepped, step by step out the door.

Reaching upon the wall the old man grabbed the clock

and curiously it quieted with neither a tick nor a tock.

Though nothing could halt his exertion

The clock was the only agitation.

With aggression he tore the clock away,

Hoping that the calm silence would stay.

The clock shouted with aggression

And at that moment the old man

smashed the clock with a passion.

All was silence and the man was cheerful

But for a moment he felt a pain, and yet he suddenly felt fearful.

As the ticking ceased from the clock that dropped,

Within the same moment a cry was heard and

suddenly the dear old man’s heart….had stopped.

Homage to Edgar Allan Poe.