A Brindle Pretzel.
A Poem About Our Greyhound.
The greyhound is an elegant breed,
They say.
A very pleasant assassin. With good manners,
A lovely nature and a good temperament. But...
He spots a blur,
A small creature.
It excites the pleasure inducing hormones,
And he sprints, head rising and falling.
His legs provide rapid ground cover,
And his long, beautiful nose
Provides reach.
A thunderous hammering of paws on dry ground.
He is a wonder to behold. A dog of gods.
He snatches the rabbit as it flies towards its bolt hole
Suspended, he has it by the neck.
Only in his dreams, though.
He lies on a soft surface, his legs
Twitching as he lives it.
Puffs and blows come from lips
Pulled back in sleep.
His eyes flicker and roll,
His long, elegant brindle limbs
Are a tangle, a pretzel.
His go-faster stripes
On his head and back
Indicate that this is a boy bred to run.
Born to chase.
Made to catch.
But this boy, Odin. Odie
Prefers an easier life
Of bin raiding, if he can get away with it,
Of upside down reclining,
Arms raised in the air,
Of slow walks for sniffing,
Of a human to lie up against.
This boy prefers only to chase rabbits in his sleep
Because now he has a choice
And his choice is to just relax
And sleep.
And dream.
About the Creator
Deborah Robinson
I'm new to the 'writing for real' scene. Previously, I've kept my poetry and writing under wraps in a fancy notebook, but now I've decided to give it a proper go!
I hope you enjoy my work.
Thanks, Deborah.
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