Moisture

When he felt down with his hand

the warm cooling fragrance

of pee

intermingled with the time

honoured singing of grass

in the meadow.

The dog had done it again

humped his leg and

come in a frenzy.

Twice in one day

was not in order,

it was part of the land

and no one could see

the patch anyway.

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