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A lone dog wanders with a keen nose
picking up a trail, following where it leads
he can tell if one has good intentions, even
uses his sense of smell as a compass
be-cause dogs are masters of the art of sniffing
He is always aware of his surroundings
decoding and interpreting all those scents
seeking out caves by the sea cream-y waves
running with a bit of drift-wood on the beach
The black crow caws out a warning verse
see him perched on a limb of a dead tree
his song louder with renewed vigor
a storm is approaching clouds roll in
the albatross of misfortune lingers
The wind bellows the lost sailor by name
use what means you have for survival
what arose out at sea we will never know
but, the dog sniffs at the salt water air
As if knowing....
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