Fake Blooms

Open foyer phony tree,
Attracts flying critters daily.
Never tiring of the fruitless
Circle, hover, flit, touch.

Dogs eat the plastic leafs,
Cats scratch the poly bark.
All creation accepts pretender.
Why then don't I?

Angered, those fliers cause
My disappointment when
There is no sweet scent
Smelled thereafter sight.

Dominant species needs
All five senses duped
Rather than one, or two,
Maybe three like teeny gnats.

Do you love the same way?