Fugue for an Old Hunter in Scent Major
– Bach, for two noses, one constant presence.
I. (Doof)
Nose low.
Step silent.
The scent begins shallow –
he slows.
Left paw
tests a patch of dry.
There was a bird,
not long.
He turns
before the wind does.
Ribs tighten
around the breath
that hasn’t changed.
Something worth knowing