Non- mechanical
Sip the cool clear water, Pounce from where you hide, Re-wind an old alarm clock, In steps it too can bide, Nice box that you can rest on, Great winter now has died. What is it?
Nary a tick, nary a tock- silent, silent, the handless clock. Tarry no longer; cast off all doubt. The sands of time are running out. What is it?
I can be winding and I can be straight. I can be smooth and I can be rough. Sometimes both. I start out black but fade to brown the more I am used. My favorite colors are yellow and white, and I love stripes and dashed lines. What am I ??
