The Graceful Greyhound

With slender frame and coat so sleek,
The greyhound’s look is fast and chic.
A racer built for speed and grace,
With legs that fly in any race.

A gentle soul, a noble face,
With strides that seem to float through space.
A creature crafted from the wind,
With history from ancient kin.

Once prized by pharaohs, kings and queens,
In tapestries and timeless scenes,
These hounds would guard or chase with might,
Their strength as fierce as their delight.

They dart through fields, their bodies low,
Like arrows from a bowstring’s throw.
In silent flash, they catch their prey,
And in a breath, they’re miles away.

Yet when the day of chase is done,
They seek the warmth, the setting sun.
With calm demeanor, hearts so mild,
The greyhound rests, serene and wild.

Some see them fierce, with racing fame,
But homebound hounds are not the same.
They lean on you, a gentle weight,
With quiet love that’s warm and great.

They curl into a peaceful ball,
With heads on paws, so soft and small.
The couch becomes their royal throne,
A loyal heart, a love unknown.

These hounds, retired from the track,
They leave the race and don’t look back.
In homes they find a second chance,
To snuggle close, to sleep, to dance.

So here’s to greyhounds, swift and wise,
With soulful gaze and knowing eyes.
A friend who races by your side,
And rests with you at eventide.

With every step, both near and far,
They leave their mark, a shining star.
For speed may fade, but love will stay—
The gentle heart of a hound so grey.

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