Me toes are itching,
soles are warm and flexing
they are happy once again.
I leave before lights flick on,
stepping out, inhaling
glancing about while toes twitch.
Into the dark morning I toddle
secure in comfey new shoes
just me and happy feet.
Commuter bus zooms by at 5:40,
sleepy silhouettes settle in
oblivious to me and happy feet.
Green mustang convertible speeds along
late no doubt, this time with top up
keeping warm like happy feet.
Robins gleefully warble good mornings
waking from a restful sleep
as did me happy feet.
I has Happy feet,
Happy too be walking once again.