Going for a walk with a dog
one feels there are two minds looking
thinking
and sometimes wonders what the dog is thinking
or perceiving
***** sees from a different height
is closer to the bluebells
the snail
or the mouse hole
perhaps these give off a perfume
her sense of smell is stronger than ours
she has other knowledge than ours
I wonder as we walk slowly past things
what she is looking at
and this influences how I look too
we sense each other
absorbed each in our tasks
the one creating poetry
while the other is contemplating
the library of perfumes
and maybe fantasising he dogs
or perhaps just being
being a dog
as I sometimes am
just being me
Margaret Ann Waddicor 22nd March 2016
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
Going for a walk with a dog
one feels there are two minds looking
thinking
and sometimes wonders what the dog is thinking
or perceiving
***** sees from a different height
is closer to the bluebells
the snail
or the mouse hole
perhaps these give off a perfume
her sense of smell is stronger than ours
she has other knowledge than ours
I wonder as we walk slowly past things
what she is looking at
and this influences how I look too
we sense each other
absorbed each in our tasks
the one creating poetry
while the other is contemplating
the library of perfumes
and maybe fantasising he dogs
or perhaps just being
being a dog
as I sometimes am
just being me
Margaret Ann Waddicor 22nd March 2016
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