Back in the days when I was small,
Something curious hung on my Aunt Sylvia’s wall,
It wasn’t like any regular clock,
Although it did have the usual cadence: tick-tock,
Chains hung down from the clock, and when it was time,
Every hour on the hour, the clock would chime,
But not only did it chime, it housed a bird,
He would come out of his house and have a word,
“Cuck-coo, Cuck-coo”, I remember he tweeted,
While I watched and waited, on the couch I was seated,
The last few minutes ticked so slowwwly by,
Yet he startled me with his familiar cry,
Suddenly the tiny doors flew open and he shot out,
I knew he would, I had no doubt,
“Cuck-coo, Cuck-coo”- that sound was the best!
Then he disappeared for another hour’s rest,
It seemed so long to see him again,
But only a flash before he went back in,
The wonder, the awe, that little bird possessed,
To a wide-eyed girl who was easily impressed!
Tammy Harvey
Written: August 3, 2017
Had one growing up!! 😊😊😊😊
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