Clock

As the tail drops,
I listen quietly yet sadly.
How well it flows.
What makes the time go?

The sound of footsteps
tells me people are coming.
What does time hint?
What is it that comes?

Listen quietly to tickings,
imagining something that's coming nearer.
Is it near now?
Is it on my back?

Child, don't be surprised
to find out thousand eyes.
But be aware of
quiet watchers on the back.