You wander around with your nose to the ground, sweet little puppy of mine. 

What are you searching for? 

What are you sniffing at? 

What do you think you will find?

Maybe I'll find the scent of a dog, or the scent of a little black cat.

Or maybe, on a cold, snowy day, the scent of a warm winter hat.

© 2020 by Nat Ballenberg