A bird is tapping on the chimney cowl
installed recently to prevent
said birdy and its pals from descent
into the burning flames of eternity.
Its beat strikes alternate time with the clock
ticking on the mantle piece
recently introduced to act as metronome
for my daily floor exercises
also recently embarked upon
to stay my journey to the afterworld.
Tick Tock Tick the bird and clock
in duo seem to call,
my very own cuckoo clock,
but heralding every second
and not just the hours,
a reminder of the relentless passage
of time and the need for me to persist
with building bridges, tilting pelvis
and, if I can manage it,
a one legged squat.
Copyright 2026 Cathy Leonard

You'll have to show me that one-legged squat! The whole poem reminds me of a Jacques Brel song, Les Vieux.
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