Dead Weight and Heavy Soles

I might have cheated in that I only took the hearse
until it broke down and then instead took to my feet,
Through those country lanes,
Scarcely lined and potholed,
Flanked by fields married to dense overgrowth.

Though I only saw a few,
The birds were always there,
All well-rehearsed save for one little robin who sat atop a ballast,
He was quiet and when he opened his beak and the words didn't come out,
You could still see his intents escape and diffuse into the surrounding air.
The shock must have gotten to the poor creature,
but I appreciated it all the same.

The dogs came too,
One-by-one pandering over to pay their respects to the procession,
Some whimpering and others simply standing to attention,
But as soon as I had passed they again went about doing their business.

You weren't able to make it though,
I tell myself that you were probably still asleep,
Comfortably buried under those blankets,
Probably not dreaming
but if you were,
Dreaming of me on my walk.

Author's Note

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