A child's feet hit the ground.
My eyes pop open.
"I know who that is.", I say to myself.
There is no gentle pitter, nor patter,
as he frolics to the sound of the blackbirds.
My eyes dart from one side to the other,
as I follow his footsteps in my mind.
He's close now..
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