My Greyhound Doesn't Realise (a poem)
Channel: Lexi Wolfe
Date: 2020-03-27

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Poem to be featured as part of my next poetry book, with a working title of 'The Benefit Of Foresight'.  

My Greyhound Doesn’t Realise

My greyhound doesn’t realise the extraordinary length of  his face
He might have a depth perception fault, or maybe misjudges space
He’s whacked his snout on chairs and tables, on bannisters and doors
And yet somehow, with his face in the way, we still step on his paws

My greyhound doesn’t realise just how fast he can run
When he whips past unsuspecting folk like a bullet from a gun
‘He must have so energy!’ the other dog walkers say
They don’t know he sleeps on the couch, about eighteen hours a day

My greyhound doesn’t realise that he is made of elbows
He’s all sharp points and protruding ribs, topped off with a big wet nose
While it’s cute for a minute or two when he cuddles up to me
I come away with indentations, and welts from chest to knee

My greyhound doesn’t realise that he’s actually quite big
He’d get to Oz quite quickly, if he were disposed to dig
And with his size, he doesn’t mean to scare potential friends
He chases them.  He thinks they’re playing.  They think they’ve met their end

My greyhound doesn’t realise we can’t always be at home
And sometimes, there are good reasons we leave him on his own
We’re never gone for long these days: we learnt from November the 4th
We came home to ripped up linoleum, and bite marks in the door

My greyhound doesn’t realise that he’s very lucky indeed
Some greyhounds just would not come back if they were let off their lead
I hope he’s long forgotten his traumatic life before
I hope in his retirement, he could hardly ask for more

My greyhound doesn’t realise just how expensive he can be
But that we never compromise, from vets to tailored feed
 He doesn’t even realise that he fits us like a glove
But somehow, I hope he realises, just how much he is loved