Apr 9
The muted cuckoo goes through the hourly motions, miming dutiful repetitions
which in time is lip-read til we appreciate what's long-gone unsaid.
Another hour has sped by, pregnant with unrealised promise.
which in time is lip-read til we appreciate what's long-gone unsaid.
Another hour has sped by, pregnant with unrealised promise.
Few things sadder in the clock world as a silent cuckoo.
