Write a poem with the words “One sparrow does not a summer make.” at the rate of one word per line. Begin with “one” and end it with “make”.
One grandfather clock strikes at ungodly hour.
Like a twittering sparrow in a hunting owl.
Does it not stand in darkness with reverberating pulses?
Not unlike the drumming hooves of ghostly horses.
Sleep drips in a nomadic, nocturnal spell.
Let me hear a tinkle of summer bluebells.
Yet not a sound does the grandfather clock make.