driven by caffeine
and the pull of routine
stoic and steadfast
straight after breakfast
I head upstairs
to my desk and chair
to sit there
and type
500 words of freewrite
like a prolix golem
then afterwards a poem
and I have to say stanley
will almost inevitably
walk up in front of me
I’m glad of the company
doggedly content
two word hounds head down on the scent