You walk with feet padded, on the brook, on the path Jump up on the step Down on the stump On the dry leaf Nose pitched high in the sky The smells percolate The wind whispers through your nostrils setting sail to myriads of stories A blender of histories
Canine
Canine
Canine
You walk with feet padded, on the brook, on the path Jump up on the step Down on the stump On the dry leaf Nose pitched high in the sky The smells percolate The wind whispers through your nostrils setting sail to myriads of stories A blender of histories