Not Alone

I’m a person of habit.
Every morning I walk to the park near my house.
I was always the first one there.
And left almost always before anyone else would come.

You’d think I’d feel all alone,
But I’d find footprints in the snow
The evidence of a lively night life,
That I missed.

I may not see anyone,
Just the birds and a few puppies.
And footprints in the snow.

So no,
I wasn’t alone,
They were there to accompany me.

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