Winston,
Tail of a Whippet
By Darren M. Grine
1981-1998
He arrived in a cardboard box full of hay
This event took place on a snowy January day
Making himself at home, he knew this was the place to stay
The whippet puppy that fit in my palm
I knew he was the storm before the calm
After he chewed my hand, I needed to apply some balm
His color of coat was white and blue
Winston became his name, somehow he knew
Independent was he and wildly crazy too
As he grew, he was always playful
Chasing the tennis ball, looking so graceful
Bright and clever, never thinking less than wonderful
As an adult, he loved playing tricks
Chasing children is how he got his kicks
Some times giving them a face full of licks
Even the letter carriers got a scare
Posting a notice for all to dare
He didn’t mind, because he did not care
Thoughts of him, I think of royal
One of his best traits, was that of loyal
Owning a whippet, you learn the art of spoil
A free spirited whippet, memories of he will always amass
Etched in time, sixteen years occurred all to fast
Winston, Tail of a Whippet, will forever last
Copyright ©2004 Darren M. Grine
Originally published in Whippet Watch Magazine, Vol. 5, Issue 6
Poem cannot be used without the written consent of the author.