He arrived in a cardboard box full of hay
This event took place on a snowy January day
Making himself at home, he knew this was the place to stay.

The whippet puppy that fit in my palm
I knew he was the storm before the calm
After he chewed my hand, I needed to apply some balm.

His color of coat was white and blue
Winston became his name, somehow he knew
Independent was he and wildly crazy too.

As he grew, he was always playful
Chasing the tennis ball, looking so graceful
Bright and clever, never thinking less than wonderful.

As an adult, he loved playing tricks
Chasing children is how he got his kicks.
Some times giving them a face full of licks

Even the letter carriers got a scare
Posting a notice for all to dare
He didn’t mind, because he did not care.

Thoughts of him, I think of royal
One of his best traits, was that of loyal
Owning a whippet, you learn the art of spoil.

A free spirited whippet, memories of he will always amass
Etched in time, sixteen years occurred all too fast
Winston, Tail of a Whippet, will forever last.

August 7, 2004
Copyright ©2004 Darren M. Grine


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