My dog and I survey the day
his radio telescope ears shift with sounds only he can hear
his nostrils taste the air by the spoonful
winds are coming into this stillness
to shake petals loose
bend all trees in supplication
send elm seeds ascatter like snowflakes
There is a chill to the dry air
my dog pushes aside the gate
it being a mere suggestion
he will patrol now
collect the daily information
I wonder
does he sense the newest leaves
hear the earthworms casting underfoot
what do the pending winds tell him
he sits patiently collecting in all his finely tuned senses
becoming ready
in tune with this place
#NaPoWriMo
#mydog
#Winds
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