They wake me up here in the city, insisting on going outside, only to sit silently watching ::something:: go by, turning their heads to see its passing, nostrils flaring, low rumbling growls, intensely staring... and then they go out to sample the air once it has passed, pacing back and forth with muzzles to the sky,
inhaling and exhaling in short harsh breaths,
puffing in the chill blackness.
They don't bark until it's gone.
I only know there is a presence by their actions;
if left without guidance, I'd sleep on, ignorant of what steals by,
at a trot or pausing here and there, leaving some scented footprint.
inhaling and exhaling in short harsh breaths,
puffing in the chill blackness.
They don't bark until it's gone.
I only know there is a presence by their actions;
if left without guidance, I'd sleep on, ignorant of what steals by,
at a trot or pausing here and there, leaving some scented footprint.