I take my bow and arrow 
From their hiding place behind my back 
Creeping through the grassy plain 
Seconds and minutes graze 
Moving across the horizon with clock line precision 
The hours lounge in the branches of trees 
Which frame the grasslands 
I know they sense my eyes 
Watching their ticking motion 

The hours are the great cats of this scene 
Surveying their kingdom 
Ruling the movement of each subject 
Keeping the minutes and seconds 
The grazing gazelles 
In line 

My arrow flies swiftly 
Trying to pin these constantly moving figures 
In one place 
They are ever evasive 
Refusing to obey my commands to rest 

I long to kill time 
The ultimate trophy