It was a child crying over candy
It was a dog yapping at a television screen
It was someone chewing too loudly.
The clock tick-tick-ticked
Sound filling the room.
It was maddening
Infuriating.
Counting down like a bomb
Warning of the hour to come.
Idly dragging its hands across its face
The clock continued to cry out
Its tick-tick-ticking a screech
The tock-tock-tocks a calmer breath.
The clock struck the hour
And it wailed in five short bursts.
The calm that followed was more
Incredibly incessant
Tick-tock Tick-tocks.
The seconds lapped the minutes,
The minutes made the hours,
The hours cried out
Making the clock an infant
That had woken from a nap.
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