Photo by Zak Bentley on

When the leaves on the trees
surrender the breeze
in Autumn, our dog comes alive;
instinct predestined,
he will face to the wind,
olfactory-set, overdrive.

Be it pungent or musty,
pongy or musty;
the stronger the odour, the better
humming or whiffy,
miasmic or niffy,
for him, it's a fragrant operetta.

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