Gracy (An ode to my greyhound)

Gracy sleeps at home tonight frighten by the thunder She doesn't want to show her face slowly slipping under the dark and she doesn't bark. Gracy hides her baby she loves to be a mother she takes her baby everywhere she doesn't want to smother that spark and she doesn't bark. Gracy like to go outside she struts around like a queen the scent of air and the grass it's her own private park and she doesn't bark. She's dreaming of a roadie on a lonely desert island chasing through the shadows where nothing's straight or narrow and she's moving so fast Yes she's moving so fast like a hungry, hungry arrow that pierces through the past. R.I.P. Aug 6, 2006 Gracy's in that great racetrack in the sky now.