When the clock struck nine a Swiss cuckoo came out, flew onto the roof where it laid eggs in a sparrow's nest, under the tiles. It came back with all the haste of a delayed rocket, broke the window collided brutally with the clock that fell off the wall and into the soup. Digits floated around in infinite variation, but when the soup had settled it was midnight I could see 2007, ate the two zeroes but, it didn't make much difference, fireworks soared in the sky scared dogs and shell shocked war veterans who didn't get sympathy from those who had never heard the deadly whine of hot iron searing air
