Whoah! A stinky ****
In an enclosed room!
Out we go…
To pure fresh air
Ozonal
With a hint of salty sea.
Smell that fresh-cut sappy grass,
Those rustic woods
An acrid hint of fox
Dog and cat
Someone’s perfume lingering in the air.
Things are cooking:
Bacon to **** for,
Baking bread,
Spicy curries
And glorious fish and chips.
Roast beef and lamb
Fast fried food
And coffee
Pervades the air.
Garden blossoms
Traditional roses.
I finger a mint-leaf…
But something is burning!
Ah!
Not the same as the smell of rain.
But don’t ask me.
Ask instead those dogs and cats
With their super-sense of smell.
For Max the Labrador Collie
Always inspects my feet
And heaven knows
What he makes of
That.
Paul Butters
© PB 14\4\2020. ("Fast fried food And coffee" added 18\4).
Just ONE of our senses....
