A little cafe small and neat,
I duck inside to find a seat.
A corner stacked high with books,
about princesses and pirate crooks.
Here’s the perfect place I thought,
as I sipped on the tea I bought.
I’ll gaze out of this huge window,
and watch the world play out its show.
Oh the excitement of what I might see,
letting my imagination run free.
how sane is the woman with bright pink hair,
and does the vampire goth have a lair.
As I sit behind my glass shield,
my eye is caught far afield.
Approaching my secluded spot,
Non other than a puppy in polka dot.
His owner casually wearing stripes,
this town really gets all sorts of types.
Next up a girl in a suit,
not unusual but really, with leather boots?
I see a kid in a wizard’s hat,
a sausage dog, short and fat.
I stare through the clear glass pane,
perhaps my curiosity in vain.
For I could spend hours,
wondering about the people in the street,
only to realise they are just like the one here,
sitting here in my seat.