Pad of tiny paws
Walking through the sodden wood
With just an occasional pause
Make delivery on schedule
Then a change of plan
Make a break from the usual routine
Ignoring the timespan
Stop for a quiet coffee
A most civilised affair
Drop in to my own little world
Without a single care
Stop to catch a slice of life
Of the people in my phone
Something I've been remiss of late
Nice not to feel alone
And as my cup is empty
Time to make some tracks
But at least there was time to halt
To breathe, muse, relax
Easy like Sunday morning
The song plays in my head
And it makes a pleasant change
To live the words instead
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