The sweet smell of a woman
right here in the grass.
Ahh, another and another-
Stop pulling my chain
you silly bitch.
She left promises of love
right here in the grass.
This way toward the meadow-
Again with the chain
you are insane.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: July 26th, 2021 07:07
- Category: Love
- Views: 23
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
Comments6
its a dogs life innit ... 🙂
Thanks, Nevile.
Indeed it is.
Beware lest the chain becomes a choker.
Thanks, Dusk.
A distinct possibility.
A dog's nose is 20 times more sensitive than a human's nose. They can't help but smell everything around them. Great write Jerry.
Thanks, A.P.
Nothing like a dog to smell out your past and resurrect those memories Jerry - - - grass everywhere holds many a secret and oh what tales it could tell.
Thanks, Fay.
It surely does. Mayde dogs send notes that way, like kids in class, or poets across space and time.
This describes my pup’s gremlin crawl/leash pulling so perfectly! Good stuff!!
Thanks, D.P.
"Gremlin crawl" love it. A lot of good material in looking at the dog walk from the dog's point of view.
There smell takes them to many places for you to follow Jerry.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
They sure do.
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