Saturday, February 24, 2007

Lost Dog

A scent...
she sniffs her nose.
Now its on the ground.
Past candy wrappers,
and cotton candy sticks,
she zig-zags through the maze.
A mime makes a face,
but she doesn't care.
Only one aim:
find.
And until she doesn't,
she'll keep sniffing
with her nose on the ground.

6 comments:

Inconsequential said...

cool, another well written piece, I felt doggy there for a moment :)

Kai said...

i like this....

Alicia M B Ballard StudioGaleria said...

This is lovely - you inspired to to write from my beloved dog's perspective (no longer around).

I do believe in miracles - such wonderful choice for a blog name!

Thank you for your visit and words.
Love, joy and laughter to you.

Alicia M B Ballard StudioGaleria said...

PS. The fluttering buterfly is precious - a symbol of transformation, re-birth

miss magic said...

thanks, y'all!

Kai said...

hugssss