Calendar Diet

Another month steals away.  Somehow, it's already February. There must be a clockwork monster making off with days.  

Cogs spin and sparks fly, grinding the present moments into past.  Brass and spring steel work their way into the future.  Inevitable, and unstoppable, it moves on to another day.

Mechanical beasts devouring time might be nightmare fodder for some.  I'm not going to lose sleep, though.  This day is nearly consumed, but tomorrow I'll wake up to a new one.