The morning was damp and misty
with a faint smell of smoke in the air.
I saw them walking together – ever so s l o w l y
She must have been well into her eighties,
a large woman with a face like a hairless bulldog
He limped beside her on the end of a lead,
his coat identical in colour and texture to her hair.
When they reached the milk bar
she lowered herself laboriously
on to the seat outside the shop
and waited for him to lift his leg.
Then he wagged his tail
gazed at her quizzically
and sat down at her feet.
I smiled at this geriatric pas de deux
each totally absorbed in the moment…
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