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Jack (El Springador)
The Nose That Interposes
The nose that
interposes
Between your plate and
you
Is a nose that never
dozes
Till suppertime is
through,
A nose that's always
curious
When scenting tasty
treats,
A nose that's quite
censorious
If they're eaten out of
reach.
The nose that sniffs
the roses
By the summerhouse at
dawn
Is a nose whose paws
will process
The soil before it's
done,
A bit of exhumation
Aerates a flowerbed
And hoarded bones are
waiting
To be rescued from the
dead.
The nose that teases
hoses
Sprinkling water on the
lawn
Is a nose whose tail
proposes
That this element is
fun,
It's fine in ponds and
rivers
And fills a drinking
bowl
But sudsy baths cause
shivers
And merely make one
howl.
The nose that tracks
the postie
In luminescent gear
Is a nose whose bark's
not ghostly
But suggests a force of
ire,
It's game for space
invaders,
Will recycle all the
mail,
By habit, eco-friendly,
The bin's its Holy
Grail.
The nose that
interposes
When the door is left
ajar
Is a nose whose roving
chooses
To corner cats beneath
the car,
But then the dust will
settle
And evening stills the
paws,
The nose that's on its
mettle
Sinks gently into
snores.
Taken from the 'Whimsies' section of The Twain, Poems of Earth and Ether
