When I consider how my life is scent
What would I do if suddenly my nose
One day became as moribund as those
Of humans, who, if they could but be leant
The merest hint of all my nostrils know
Would fall, astounded, to the ground made new
By a reality they’d had no clue
Existed? I’d hate to be impoverished so.
And yet, though dispossessed of all life’s sweets,
I would not let my tail or spirit flag,
But even if devoid of smell, rejoice;
For still, the most rewarding of life’s treats
Would oft touch off my welcoming bark and wag;
My ears would perk to hear my Master’s voice.
