Forgetfulness

This old hound caught a scent
that led him down trails defunct
and overgrown to where his crusted
eyes behind their drooping lids
espied all manner of unremembered
familiar fields, farms, and pastures
from his past life as a frolicker
where now he trumbled and roundered
and humped awash in all the novelty
owed to the forgetful, forgetful...