INQUISITIVE
With an inquisitive mind
And an inquisitive nose
Everything is new
Fresh
With the mornings dew
Exploring
The territory
Discovering all is new
Travelling along with his nose to the ground
Sniffing
Smelling
Sensing
Those footsteps have trodden on this ground
Suspecting
It could be another just like them
But not of the pack that he belongs too
A stranger
A wanderer
A visitor
Just passing through
Seeking shelter
A place to rest for the night
Until the morning light
Your senses are honed
Sharpened
Refined
Perfected
For all sights and sounds
Even the smallest of creatures
Never passes you by
Inquisitive
Curious
Of the fluttering of the butterfly
Resting
Reposing
On the daisy’s leaf
Eyes agog
Ears forward
Is it going to jump?
Or fly at you?
Watching and waiting
At the ready
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
27th June 2012
All Rights Reserved
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