Song of the Whippet
Out of the woods silently stepping,
Walking among the deer, faceless,
The ghosts are walking among us.
Running, speed throttling, reeling,
Into the night, we steep into the woods.
No howling from this breed.
Quiet breaths, until the run starts,
Darting faster than a horse.
All legs lifted of the ground at one time.
Effortless, stealth, speed abounding.
A glance not forgotten, a wink, a blink,
An attempt to speak, a sharp piercing sound for attention.
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We had the honor of raising the whippet known as Sweden Niesslein, an amazing animal who saved a family and left her footprints on our hearts. She lies under the shade of a crab apple tree forever with her best friend. She had a great run: thirteen years and eight months.