Three Nuns

As I approached the promenade,
A place for walks or runs,
I spotted, strolling rapidly,
Three dressed-in-habit nuns.

They ambled in size order
In their sensible black shoes,
Absorbed in conversation,
Hardly noticing the views.

I followed them at first, drawn to
Their black and white attire;
Others stared as well – perhaps
To question or admire.

It isn’t every day you see
A nun, yet here were three.
I wondered where they came from,
Which was quite a mystery.

When faced with the unusual,
My mind will reach and grab it;
And sometimes, please forgive me,
This might even be a habit!