47. The Invention Of A Cuckoo Clock

The clock ticks and the pendulum moves from left to right,
Each tooth grabbing a second of time.
The wasted seconds in observing this event
Limited to a length of chain...
How long will it take me to walk from 'A to B’?
The dials on the clock moves and records to see,
Tick, tock, as the sound makes its presence
And the weights drop gradually.

With back turned, only the sound
Tick, tock, tick, tock and cannot see.
A sound other than a clock to be...
A wire here, a wire there
A carved piece of wood balanced...
Pivoting, just slightly like a bird on a branch.
A new home for a Cuckoo, and to hear
The bellows, Cuck....oo, Cuck....oo....
To count down the seconds, minutes and hours
To speak to save time to see
And the weights drop gradually.

On the hour the cuckoo bellows
Cuckoo, Cuckoo, Cuckoo, it’s three!
Like music, carved dancers dance...
The levers and wires push and pull,
To activating the notes within the clock.
The metal strip, on a rolling drum
Sounds a tone, then more than one.
Celebrating time; the distance from 'A to B'.
The clock is now recording history...
And the weights drop gradually.
It is time for me...