Dawn breaks over the horizon in a thin, frail line
my large snout presses downward upon the
ragged earth beneath, for I am on the hunt
absorbed in my task, scanning and searching
for that elusive scent that is in my wake.
Like a great detective, I will leave no stone unturned
I am proud of my prodigious nose, finely tuned
precise as a compass, I can detect the rarest
of scents, however miniscule, and will probe
follow that unique smell, to find what is lost...
it is the zenith of my existence.
What, ho! Now, the scent!
My body trembles with the thrill of discovery!
Onward, I go, with eager anticipation
I will not stop until I reach my destination.
Alas, my determination pays off
my master sees the end in sight...
I do not understand his sudden sadness
how he draws back at the scene set before him.
As I nuzzle close to my master
his salty tears drench my face
my doleful eyes seem to comfort him
as we huddle together underneath the dry, hot sun.
Written on 7/1/2019
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2019
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