Squash Blossom
Two up two down
in London town,
pre-work Weeta-bix
spooned from bowl to mouth.
Morning news whispers from the telly
On wooden steps
soft padding,
scuffling descent.
at the doorway
stuffed in doctor denton Bunny suit
my daughter appears
Remote to Postman Pat
and his black and white cat
delivering his mail
with claymation synchronicity
In the stillness
we share cereal and smiles
as sunshine unfolds
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