Two dog orchestra
One conductor with two leashes as batons.
Name tags bouncing of their collars impose a simple rhythm.
My footsteps are like timpani's echoing in the empty street.
Wind whistles through the trees and gives us a basic Dorian melody.
Blue's long nails are tapping the filthy concrete while he parades around trying to smell everything.
The sniffs appear as strings stabs prolonging the tension and leading us to the climax.
Who do they smell? What do they smell?
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