Canary Clock

Timid hands trace the shape of the universe on my back;

delicate fingers find the sun and the moon;

the canary-yellow clock on the shelf

(now dull night-time gray)

chimes perhaps once or twice to deaf ears

and for your calico cat, who doesn't care either.

This is also on my blog, which supports html.

It looks much better there, if you're interested- promise. Critiques appreciated.