Attractive Nuisance

Upon its midnight chime, the village clock
Displays a quaint and curious tableau:
The frontispiece begins to creak and rock
Until it splits and brightly starts to glow.

Parading from its depths, the shapes advance
On tracks designed in bygone centuries.
Extravagant and stately, bunnies dance,
Their painted jackets swirling up a breeze.

Below, a couple sleepy tourists smile
And flash their phones from much too far away
While in their beds, the villagers revile
The foolish noise that shakes them where they lay.

A moment sees it gone, and dark descends—
Except the neighbors know it never ends.