Dog urine

 The dog will go with me today.
Follow sniffing each patch under weeds.
On the curb and where the path touches walls.
His nose will play tricks on him.

Telling him all about the other dogs.
Like a gossip column.
But infact he will create the lies in his head.
The way we humans do about life.

The fantasy he creates about what sort of dogs passed the way.
Yes this is the fantasy we develop in our own minds, our own lives.
Yes it´s simple, if you can call smell and taste simple.
A certain provocation of some other hound´s urine

My own mut insists on the sniff, but I still love him.
I pity him, his castration
Sympathize with his instincts.
But he can´t pull himself off those scents.

Like many people and their need for gossip.
Or their own fickle stories bulging with emotion.
Interpretation and reflections of the blurry facts.
It´s all just clouded urine in the end.