Sniffers

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“This won’t do,” Tina sighed. “You have got to sniff better.”

Spinner tried, but there was nothing. Or at least, nothing he could make heads or tails out of. And making tails was the whole idea.

He shrugged and spun around. Perhaps he’ll glean a clue from his surroundings. Perhaps it’ll settle the tension that trying to sniff things often awakened.

Tina groaned. “Mama was right. You will never amount to anything.”

“Hey!” Spinner whined.

Tina lowered her head. That had been below the belt. Still, it was true, and someone had to confront Spinner now that Mama was no longer there to instruct them.

“Look, Spin,” she tried to soften her frustration with a bit of guilt. “It really shouldn’t be so hard. You sure there’s nothing wrong with your sniffer?”

“I think it’s broken,” Spinner whispered, shamefaced. “What kind of a dog can’t tell the smell of poop?”

 

 

For Crispina‘s Crimson’s Creative Challenge

Note: Anosmia, or the lack/loss of sense of smell, is a real condition that was made famous by the pandemic but is certainly not limited to the current virus. Nor is Anosmia limited to humans. Like humans, dogs can live without a sense of smell, though for many of them it carries a significantly higher ‘sensory price’, because their sense of smell is 10,000 to 100,000 more acute than that of humans.

 

Top Dweller

Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

She peered anxiously through the glass. He should have called someone. Who climbs up metal ladders in this frost? What if he falls? Breaks something? Who would care for him? Care for her?

She pressed a knuckle to her mouth, too afraid to call out lest her voice startled him.

“Aha!”

The sound came with a ladder-wobble and she almost screamed. How can he do this to her? He knows she cannot stand to be stressed!

A moment later his foot descended.

Wobble.

Stop.

Wobble.

Next.

Then his elbow.

With a miserable-looking kitten cradled in the crook of his arm.

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

 

 

 

Tasty Gold

Daisy Horse NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Sunshine above

Tasty gold below.

A horse in a city field

Is contentment aglow.

Photographed worlds away

And a mere year ago.

 

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Animals

 

 

Fence Friends

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Side by side

Nose to fence

They stand in awe

And suspense:

Here’s a duck

There’s a mouse.

Is the red thing

Their house?

What do animals

Eat?

Not small children?

Just treats?

From their safe

Vantage point

The zoo does not

Disappoint.

And they admire

The goose

Glad its not

On the loose.

 

 

 

For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Fence

 

Drive-Thru

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

It is not everyday

You see ostrich crew

Arrive for your order

At the Drive-Thru,

Or have zebras peek in

To ensure you are pleased

Beating deer to the chase

To customers’ ease.

 

 

For Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge

 

Squirreled

Squirrel InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

In the deep chill of winter

It got caught en route

To a squirreled away

Acorn nuts loot.

 

 

Dedicated with love to my Southern Hemisphere friends, on this solstice day.

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge

 

 

Furry Halfling

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Half-wildling

Half-tame

She sometimes

Knew her name.

One moment she’d hiss

The next she would purr

To allow or dismiss

You from stroking her fur.

 

 

For The Sunday Stills Furry & Feathered Friends Challenge

Universality of Love

Today, I marvel at the universality

Of love.

At the way deep care connects us all.

And should. And can.

How it forms us.

How it spells the words of heart upon a child’s new soul.

How it breathes hope into desperation.

How it nourishes across languages and color, tradition, race, religion, state, connecting all.

How it writes upon the slate of birth

And opportunity.

How it shapes resilience to withstand strife and sorrow.

How it holds through thick and thin, through calm and turmoil.

 

Today, I marvel at the universality,

At the miracle.

Of love.

So utterly expected

So innately ordained

So perfectly humane

Yet so often bent by apathy, oblivion, ignorance, senseless hate, violence, disdain.

The very shock we feel at its absence

In itself speaks volumes

Of Love’s natural flow.

Its ingrained, spirit-sustaining need.

The bounty of fortitude and growth that it can seed.

 

Today,

I marvel at the awesome

Touching

Never mundane

Breathtakingly beautiful

Universality of love.

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