Another Greyhound's Story.

As fast as I could I ran my races,
But the other dogs' paces
Were swifter than mine.

As fast as I could I ran my races,
But I saw the anger in their faces.
Heard the words that sealed my fate.

As fast as I could I ran my races,
Heard someone say, leave no traces.
What do they mean no traces of me?

As fast as I could I ran my races,
Now I needed some hiding places.
For men are coming to take me away.

As fast as I could I ran each race,
Now I'm going to some scary place.
I'd heard the stories, the tales men told.

As fast as I could I ran each race,
Now I'm shut in a very small space.
A heard a key turn, a door open wide.

As fast as I could I ran each race,
I jumped, moved fast, they gave chase.
Faster and faster I ran swiftly now.

As fast as I could I ran each race,
And the slow men I did outpace.
I ran and ran till I could run no more.

As fast as I could I'd won this race.
Now I needed to find some safe base,
Somewhere to rest, somewhere to hide.

As fast as I could I'd won this race.
I moved with speed, moved with grace.
A car is stopping is it those men again?

As fast as I could I'd won this race.
But they have found me, I'd lost my ace.
It's not them; will this person hurt me too?

As fast as I could I'd won this race.
I'm too tired to fight, so much I ache.
I don't resist as I'm lifted up.

I had run fast, for my fear was great
I'm scared still, what will be my fate?
She lifts me out, where are you taking me?

What's this? I'm scared, what's inside here?
You set me down, but stay quite near.
The words I hear though are not unkind.

There's a bowl of food and water too,
For me, really, how can this be true?
Perhaps I'm dead and this is heaven.

You show me a place where I can sleep.
It's soft; there I lie in a tired heap.
Though I'm still not sure if I am safe.

I close my eyes, there's nothing I can do.
When I awake I see someone, you.
Are you my saviour, or yet my killer?

Still, your words and actions are very kind,
I begin to relax, just slightly unwind.
I think I am safe here but best stay on guard.

Days, weeks, months go by, I know now
That I am loved, me, fortunate somehow.
But I fear that others are not so lucky.

That they will never know a loving hand,
A kind word, a life that's grand.
But I'm not the only Greyhound here.

There's more that come through these doors,
Find people to love them who help our cause.
There's hope at least and so we are happy.

But how can we ever forget our past?
Though a love now soothes us, a love to last.
I sigh and rest my head upon your lap.

Home for good, with cuddles to,
Lucky me that I found you.

By Alison Barstow, and these are her two gorgeous Greys. Molly and Finn.

Molly and Finn.

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