My Whippet

By Darren M. Grine

 

                                                                                                                             

 

 

 

On that cold winter day

The little one came to stay

Thus I knew that I would be at bay

 

The face that was so sweet

It would be hard to beat

Knowing there was no one to compete

 

As a young jubilant boy

Thinking maybe he was a new toy

His presence would bring many a joy

 

Growing from pup to adult in no time

Itís hard to believe heís canine

But all I know, heís mine

 

The memorable years passed

Wondering if the craziness would last

A boy and his dog will always surpass

 

Throughout time, images are set

If you come to think of it

Iíve been talking about my Whippet

 

 

Copyright ©2004 Darren M. Grine

 

 

Originally Published in the Whippet Watch Magazine, Volume 7, Issue 4

 

Poem cannot be used without the written consent of the author.

 

 

 

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