A quiet cat sat at the clock
Watching each tick tock it made.
Her eyes were fixed upon the face
Her ears perked to hear each sound it gave.

You silly cat, her owner barked
Why sit there wasting all your day?
While mice and rat run through the house
And so many toys sit there to play.

But the quiet cat was here transfixed
Upon the numbers, and each ringing sound.
She heard not the words from owner's mouth
Nor even flinched when steps shook the ground.

The silly cat did notice not,
Mice as they teased her all the day.
Running back and forth across the floor
Tempting fate while enjoying each their play.

But not a ear did this cat turn
Nor eye, nor paw nor even hair.
For time was holding in its grasps
The reason she'd been standing there.

So here she sits, caught still in time
The numbers flying slowly by.
Each moment passes as she sits
And watches every minute fly.


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 392 AF.