Nuzzle

Pat and Chris were already home,
when she awoke from her short nap.
She sauntered into the kitchen
and took in the smells of dinner,
and, expressed her satisfaction
with a nuzzle of approval.

She settled back on her haunches
and then with perfect alertness
she sniffed as they prepared supper.
Moving her nose from side to side,
she drew in the aromas and gave
a sweet nuzzle of gratitude.

All were welcomed to the table.
Afterward, they followed her lead,
and walked behind her through the door.
With a deep breath, they all inhaled.
The air, the ground, the tree received
a short nuzzle of harmony.

Carefully and exhaustively
she smelled everything on their way,
so as to absorb their fragrance.
Sometimes she would pause at a spot,
quaffing with her nose a sustained
prolonged nuzzle of recognition.

Further on, she would nod her head
and with her nose down ask to stay.
Aware of another’s passing,
she would mark the spot with her scent,
to greet all who returned this way,
a welcome nuzzle of consent.

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