CURIOSITY

CURIOSITY (Copyright 2013 by Buster J. Brown)

A rustle of grass.
Or movement in trees.
My senses are piqued,
Alert to all these.

Warm summer breezes,
Bring messages on air.
I stand at attention,
My nostrils are flared.

I hear a new sound,
And give it a ponder.
From where did it come,
Somewhere off yonder?

A brand new locale,
Or places I’ve been.
I fear I may miss,
So I take it all in.

Mission accomplished,
All said and done.
Curiosity sated,
Until the next run.