Precise Times

O The abandoned cat! Here in this empty path who is more melancholic than you? sitting perplexed on the bin wondering and gazing at the grass heading out to test life from a broken wall.. life's a dishonest lover first embracing, colouring it in a green dress but when it fades into yellow turning her face from it the biological clock and the world's clock are different but both give a precise time when you wake at 2.00am you know something is wrong when the world's clock sinks the sun into a cold grey evening listen carefully to the departure bell that rings.