The Cuckoo Clock

Kate V. ‘29

When the clock strikes twelve o’clock, there is a beautiful noise.

A symphony of chirps, like a choir of young children singing. It is beautiful. After it goes on for a while, your ears will start to ring, almost as if there was a highpitched violin playing.

It plays on and on beautifully, seeming like it will never stop. You don’t want it to.

Then you hear a click. It is over.

However, the music of the high violin plays on, spiking as the bow hits the string. Over and over again.

I can’t wait until one o’clock, until it will start again.