Vikki, over at The View Outside got my wheels aspinnin’ when she posted about the Small Stones challenge. And while January is too far gone for me, I decided it was never too late to be mindful of the five senses. But the one that stuck in my head and wouldn’t go away wasn’t even my senses, it was my dog’s senses. And it wasn’t just five, I suspect a sixth.
A poem:
dog inhales the world,
breathing every shape of dogs passed
brown rabbit’s run
a foreign salt truck’s rumble
and underneath…
the dark scent
of the mailman’s intentions.
k. Rawson 
Fan foo goo tastic! I love this poem!
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No one was more surprised than I to discover that my dog was a poet 🙂
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Glad it inspired you honey 🙂
Xx
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Thanks Vikki!
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