" JUDY "  version 2.

 
My Whippet Cross


Poor Judy, so young and immature
the hare far too clever that’s for sure
it rose just as her lead was slipped
through pink heather she soon ripped
along the mountain top they raced
the gap was closing as she chased
Her handler ran to witness her flight
As the hare had turned down out of sight

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?
as the dog’s teeth were bared now ready to kill
the hare just turned, heading back up the hill
it’s huge back legs now powering the way up
the dog had no chance, she was only a pup

He was so full of guile, a clever old boy
the young dog was never to realise his ploy
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




I have re-written some of the poem for this version following a suggestion by matthew bass. Thank you matthew, I think it has improved,I hope you agree.