Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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The Olfactory Mammal. Crickets to purchase in the pet store. Wandered by the fish--and then the Betta display. She had her back to me--she was tall. I said, "You can train those, you know." She turned; morphologically lovely. We chatted about her school, her past, Her time in our town; I added just a bit. Not sure if I said something or she, But there was a blush to her face. Her prominent nose reminding me Of my first Armenian High School love. Then my nostrils were filled with her Sweet female scent. A shot went through me and I, the biologist, Knew I was truly an olfactory mammal; As she walked away, Leaving her lingering pheromone. Indeed, my whole phylogeny Raced throughout my ontogeny. Frank Maurer 1 January 2024 2145 Hours.