(From Delta's perspective)
The streets are wet, the sky is gray,
But Murphy’s ready for the day.
He bounds ahead, all tail and bark
I walk behind, the matriarch.
A squirrel dares. He takes the bait.
I sit and stay. I elevate.
Let youth go chase and slip on leaves,
I’ve got no time for squirrelly thieves.
The city’s loud, but I’ve grown wise.
I watch it all with calm brown eyes.
Let sirens wail and buses roar,
I’ve walked these blocks a thousand more.
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