A whippet ran past me along
the boardwalk.
I never saw one
outside of those shows where
they prance about so
unnaturally.
I chased it down, as
far as I could,
but the slope was
steep and
the walk had stopped,
at the point
where once the water
stood
Fresh and blue,
I choose to remember things
as they were
Yet for that dog,
it moved so fast,
my only memory
continues as a blur
...poor li'l hound...in a sad trembling incident...ah...
ReplyDeletethere is def a sadness in this to me...the awe at seeing one outside a show but..this is almost a ghost to me...
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. Whippets are the most beautiful of dogs.
ReplyDeleteHad to look that pup up, but yeah I aw one a time or two, they do tend to be timid and go go go
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