" JUDY "

My Whippet Cross



Poor Judy, so young and immature
the hare far too clever that’s for sure
it rose just as I slipped her lead
and she took off at quite a speed
along the mountain top they raced
the gap was closing as she chased
the hare then turned down out of sight
I ran to the edge to witness it’s flight

The dog was getting nearer still
as she chased the hare all down the hill
the hare’s short front legs caused him to lose ground
was the race over? Would he lose to the hound?
never! I thought as I watched from the hill
he’s playing with her, when he’s had his fill
he’ll turn at the bottom, head back to the top
with those big legs behind, catch my dog on the hop

The dog’s teeth were bared now ready to kill
the hare just turned, heading back up the hill
I gave a wry smile as I’d guessed his ploy
so full of guile, a clever old boy
it’s huge back legs powering the way up
the dog had no chance, she was only a pup
her race was lost but she never stopped trying
her yelping behind now sounding like crying

The hare was long gone before her return
catching her breath as we lay in the fern
a good day out with the dog having fun
but how I regretted not bringing my gun