Watching Dogs Poem by Phil Soar

Where dogs walk, I follow
I watch them as they race from side to side
taking in the woods and fields around them
Processing the smells and sounds with every stride

They have nothing else to think of
but that moment
when something new attracts their sense of smell
and rushing to the place where this will take them
I wish I had that sense in me as well

No words express how much I love the antics
as both of them explore in different ways
and watching them at any given moment
their exuberance will be with me all my days