One day, I YouTubed greyhounds.
I have not met many in person,
but know they are quiet, mostly,
and gentle; noble looking,
brushed with brindle, often,
lean and arced like impossible instruments.
And so, I came across a race;
it was somwhere in the Middle East
within the vast expanse of a desert flat.
the dogs were lined up, ready;
some jumped high in the air in excitement,
while other sat poised,
held firm by their robed owners.
And when the race finally began,
I watched them all bounding onwards,
racing, roaring with such speed,
coursing uncollared, deft and free.