What's the Time Mr. Wolf?


Time is lost.
It's speeding somewhere,
farther and
Father ahead
and I am falling
with my onion peal teardrops.

Blow me a kiss
Dear autumn wind,
I recognise your voice:
the well that 
fills my ears,
your tones 
are best employed.

I am the Shepardess
lost in the wild
I am the lioness
stalking her child.

Why are you ever with me?
Where have I hid you,
in my robes?

I unfold,
grow then
shrink,
and when I find a key
I lose the door.

Pardon me, Sir,
Excuse me, Ma'am,
but I seem to have forgotten
my watch.