The sun is shining.
No poetry can outshine
sun on golden leaves.
Goldilocks’ housebreaking career finally
brought her to the time travellers little house.
There was no porridge, no chairs, no beds,
only a calendar.
She tried yesterday but it was way too soon.
She tried tomorrow but it was way too late.
Then she tried today and it was just right.
She wasn’t quite sure what it was right for,
but she knew she’d never give it back.
She’d been stealing minutes for years so
pilfering an entire day was just the next logical step.