INQUISITIVE

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

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

Inquisitive

© Teresa Helen Joseph-Nelson

27^th June 2012

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