Cold people, walking
their teddy-bear like dogs
up and down their chosen suburbia.
Eyes glued to the cement
And one ear blocked,
by the flat screen held in their hand.
All in total disconnect
up and away,
where tin can and string have met.
Dragging their canine companion,
they blindingly walk the full route
up and back.
With no feeling or sweet intent,
they make sure they complete their duty
to the beloved family pet.
Hay's Corner 