The Dralles had a cuckoo clock <br />it could be heard well down the block. <br />One day the door stayed open longer <br />and being young the bird felt stronger <br />than anything around the place. <br /> <br />So he eloped, and just in case <br />that humans with their crazy habits <br />came after him like silly rabbits <br />he armed himself with one big weight <br />and off he flew, now tempting fate. <br /> <br />The lady of the house came running <br />and saw the bird with his two cunning <br />and forest-trained but droopy eyes <br />for her it was a great surprise, <br />she called her hubby from the cellar <br />in came the man, a pudgy feller. <br /> <br />They chased the bird with tennis rackets <br />and threw a pillow, then two jackets, <br />yet nothing trapped the small Houdini, <br />so Hans sat down to a Martini. <br />The bird, relaxed, but also tired <br />and, truly, not the least admired <br />was hovering above the drink <br />when slowly he began to sink. <br /> <br />The weight which he had for protection <br />had been a rather poor selection, <br />as you may know, a cuckoo bird <br />can fly, but only say one word. <br />And so it is, when sudden fate <br />snuffs out a life due to the weight.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cuckoo-bird/
