What's Time? That's funny - I don't know,

Except that sometimes when I see

A black crow feather drifting down the air

Time stops and talks to me.

What's Time? A stark, impartial wind

That sweeps me through each jumbled year,

Cold its cold breath pushing me off

This over-crowded sphere

What's Time? Its meaningless - a word

For bringing children in from play

A handy thing for those who like their pigeon holes.

Don't fret. We have today.