sweet evening air
warm and fresh
standing at the back door
breathing it in
I wait for Nitro
To do his thing
I think
He likes the fresh evening air too
His nose is sniffing like crazy
The smell of cooking
Coming from the next door neighbours house
Wafting along in the air
MMMM delicious
Lovely poem! I like the fresh evening air too.
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Thanks, Astrid! I am glad you liked it!
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