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.
