My sniffs are impartial to man or beast…

My sniffs are impartial to man or beast…
Each walk I find the most unusual scents…
Ah…the pee from the pup with the raven hair…
If I knew all those hidden ingredients, I would bottle it and make a fortune.

I will always know your smell…
Whether pleasant or stinky, perfumed, or sweaty…
You really have only one smell deep within you…
And it is locked within my registry forever and ever.

Sniffs are what guide my carefree wandering…
They most often tell a tale…
Ah… a foresniff of a coming banquet…
I think it is some kind of invitation.

I’m always sniffing for that magical potion…
The one that will lengthen my legs…
My nose drooping to ground like a crepe…
Finding many things, but my legs are still the same.

I’m sorry you can’t sniff like me…
It might cure what ails you…
Yet, you have other senses I do not have…
You have awareness that can always move you in the direction of the sun.

I love you,

Annie