Sighthound, by Rebecca Forrest
Millennia of pounding feet
a sound replete
with rush of breath
and throbbing beat.
The bounding flight
beguiles the sight
of bolting prey—
first left, then right.
Around the bend
anticipating
past the fence
accelerating
gaining on
the flashing fur.
The quest evades
and slips from sight.
The coursing fades.
Then—hound’s delight—
a new command.
The heart complies—
smooth backyard spanned—
to alpha’s eyes
and loving hand.
PawPrintsLife Blog
Monday, April 19, 2010
