In the Real
In the real
The crows are circling in the fields
Settle down as the night bird squeals
A morning has broken and the dew wets my shoe heals
I am alive and the rabbits are bouncing as my heart feels
The trees are dark green now but just wait till the sun reflects different deals
The road that I walk on is quiet like a baby in a dream of strawberries and liquid
meals
I look at the cars with headlights still on making a noise over the tarmac with their
rubber wheels
I am nearly home now and my cats come to greet me as they have had an
adventure looking all bedraggled but still keen in the real.
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