THREE A. M.
Reading edition
by WALT KLEIN
The clocks are all awry this hour of the secret night—the slender hands all aimless; the terrible, slender hands all fingering a different cipher, and the stars all reeling in their orbits. O time! time! time! Time and death have vanished this enchanted moment, forgotten, lost in the endless corridors of mind. But who— who will know tomorrow of this moment fleeing, lost? Wailing, wailing, wailing.... The pendulum, rasping, drops, the door springs open, and a tinny voice shrieks: "Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"