Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic
Walking on the wooden floor –
His claws need trimming
Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic
Walking on the wooden floor –
His claws need trimming
Flawless morning sky
Echoes of hammer and wood –
Could Winter be dead?
Bathroom clock ticking
A dog barking from afar –
A hint of sirens