27th February 2019

As the sun dipped below the horizon

and changed shift with his pal the moon

something constant kept on moving

second hand moving the minutes

whilst the hour hand waited to move forward

and a marker sat like a sentry

ready to fire a fifteen gun salute

cats birds and dogs, creep outside slowly

wailing beyond the double glazed glass

and the cogs keep the hands moving

till the minute hand meets the marker

and hammer meets bell – time to get up.