Metal, silver, shining
Tightly wound, coiled
A snake stalking its prey
Upon the stroke of twelve
Quickly launches forward
A sudden refrain of
"Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
Metal, silver, shining
Tightly wound, coiled
A snake stalking its prey
Upon the stroke of twelve
Quickly launches forward
A sudden refrain of
"Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
A creeping shivering draft beneath the door
Cringing spine stiffens and straightens
Skin erupts in miniature mounds of terror
Dilating iris, a heavy indrawn breath
A sudden warm embrace,
"Happy New Year!" is exclaimed
A laugh and the door closes,
With a hurried shuffling of feet
As the guests arrive.