"A Greyhounds's Plea"

My Time is up.  I've race my last,
they say my useful days are past;
Death holds no fear - I've had two years to live,
but I still have so much love to give.

Just once, I would love to lie on a bed,
and snuggle up to my masters head,
to feel loving hands caress my back
and taste the sweetness of a forbidden snack.
How wonderful it would feel to run for fun,
then peacefully doze when play is done.

I cannot speak, but look into my eyes;
in their liquid depths my gentle soul lies.
My heart is noble, my needs are few
all I really want is you.

But, my dreams are not meant to be,
for I fear the door - they're coming for me.
I cannot escape, and have nowhere to hide,
but my soul will run free on the other side.

Karen Marfise