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.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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6 comments:
cool, another well written piece, I felt doggy there for a moment :)
i like this....
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.
PS. The fluttering buterfly is precious - a symbol of transformation, re-birth
thanks, y'all!
hugssss
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