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Sometimes, the cars bark too
I walk thoughtfully with my dog, the dog
not so much in thoughts as just following her nose.
A car stops at the lights beside us,
inside the car is a huge dog barking obsessively.
The bark suits the size of the car.
My dog is dragged from her little world of scents, and
stands with her ears up staring in amazement at the car,
she then turns back to the floor and sniffs the invisible.
Looking at her, she was busy with more than the traces,
I'm sure she was thinking:
Sometimes, the cars bark too.
not so much in thoughts as just following her nose.
A car stops at the lights beside us,
inside the car is a huge dog barking obsessively.
The bark suits the size of the car.
My dog is dragged from her little world of scents, and
stands with her ears up staring in amazement at the car,
she then turns back to the floor and sniffs the invisible.
Looking at her, she was busy with more than the traces,
I'm sure she was thinking:
Sometimes, the cars bark too.
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