Robots go walking in our woods

I went out last weekend
walking with him
in the woods behind our house

He started off quite keen and
full of beans, but soon lost
his fizz and wanted me
to carry him on my shoulders
little legs straddling my neck
and muddy shoes brushing against
my lapel, much
to my annoyance

We looked at the path, all covered
with ground moss and dead
leaves, all shades of yellow
as if Nature, like some home makeover
lady, had spread out pastel shade
samples on the floor
undecided as yet
about the colour of this hallway

The sunlight filtering through the branches
leaves unruly scribbles of light and shade
on the leaves scrunching underfoot -
clearly Nature is a busy mother
who like all other,
decides 'that will do'
on seeing the state
of her house

There in the tall grass he spies
a patch of blue
and points silently
we walk towards it - shiny,
pearlescent, with little grains under
the smooth  surface that
catch the light

An odd shape - what is it?
we ponder for a moment before
deciding - it must be the
kneeplate of a robot - you know
the part behind the knee,
where the leg bends?
We think that's where it came from

The robot must have been
out walking in our woods
when he sat down
in the long grass
to change his kneeplate

that made perfect sense

so we walked on

amongst the
autumn leaves
falling
in silence
all around us

Q: What do you call
the time it takes
for a leaf to fall
in the woods
behind your house
when you are out walking
with your two year old son?

A: A magic moment