At night I walk my dog along the road
that borders groves of eucalyptus trees.
The smell of chimney smoke perfumes the breeze,
but scents that Mina only smells forebode
awakened vibes to twitch her nose and goad
her glinting teeth to bare and legs to freeze.
She growls at shadows cloaked in shade and leaves.
My dog retreats along the road we'd strode.

At home, I read reports that pumas roam
along the ridge between Pinole and home.
Police advise to never walk at dusk or dawn.
Don't run, but face them, yell, and boost your height.
On leash, my dog adventures past the lawn
to find what scents will cross her path tonight.