Karl the Fog wraps the city in grey
And dampens the streets and the sky.
But the lights get much brighter
The air feels much lighter
Every time that he happens by
A man sits at rest in his chair with his bird,
A cheerfully colored McCaw.
His eyes are a flutter,
His hair is a mess,
There are crumbs on his pants and his shirt.
High above him, a bear, filled with worries and care,
Contemplates jumping into the dirt.
A woman up front totters freely and sways
as she walks upon too high of heels
Under banners that wave
selling products we crave
Believing we win all the deals.
What did you see?
#mymorningwalk
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