A visit to the Greyhounds
The lights came on and the tension grew
People arriving by one and two
The dogs paraded one by one
In coloured coats with numbers on
Back to the boxes, ready to race
And chase the lure at such a pace
They pass the gallery in a blur
Of movement and colour as they went there
Then back they walk the race is run
Until another day, another sun
Will rise and bring light to the day
And words the trainer he will say
That will decide the greyhounds fate
Does it run again through that closed gate?
This was my first visit to a Greyhound track, to watch a friends dog win its race. I wrote the poem while I was there. Will the visit be repeated? Well we will wait and see.
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