A dog walks through a hedge maze
in the dark. The crickets cry,
unable to sleep for the sound
of paws padding restlessly.
A nose sniffs at cobblestones.
Smells nothing but dew evaporated
a long time ago, grass that is
fresh but utterly uninteresting.
The dog takes a left turn
then backtracks to try a right turn.
Without footprints, without a scent-trail,
he emerges panting at the crack
of dawn, bleary-eyed, embarrassed,
tail hanging low.
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