Aromas

Whoah! A stinky fart

In an enclosed room!

Out we go…

To pure fresh air

Ozonal

With a hint of salty sea.

Smell that fresh-cut sappy grass,

Those rustic woods

An acrid hint of fox

Dog and cat

Someone’s perfume lingering in the air.

Things are cooking:

Bacon to kill for,

Baking bread,

Spicy curries

And glorious fish and chips.

Roast beef and lamb
Fast fried food
And coffee

Pervades the air.

Garden blossoms

Traditional roses.

I finger a mint-leaf…

But something is burning!

Ah!

Not the same as the smell of rain.

But don’t ask me.

Ask instead those dogs and cats

With their super-sense of smell.

For Max the Labrador Collie

Always inspects my feet

And heaven knows

What he makes of

That.

Paul Butters

© PB 14\4\2020. ("Fast fried food And coffee" added 18\4).