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
he/she sees from a different height is closer to the bluebells the snail or the mouse hole perhaps these give off a perfumeΒ Β 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