Only Dogs Know Where Poem by Stephen Parkes

Delicately, daintily (seemingly
forensically?) Daisy tentatively
sniffs out meandering four-legged trails
that lead us (not into temptation!) but,
only dogs know where...
Whilst nostrils, heavy, brim over, with late
Spring's sweet-seductive odour; passing by
surreal remains of children's games that lie,
wilfully-strewn, in the abandoned long,
slow evening heat of Summer, segueing
into extended golden-shafts of Autumn,
penetrating every sun-shy alley-way...
Rounding the corner, emerging into
Winter's phantom-light, Daisy's tiny paw
prints leave fragile, gleaming trails that lead us,
only dogs know where...