Quietly, off to one side,
I watch as my sleek
black and white hound
and ex-racer Krissy
flies flat out
sunlight bouncing
from her shiny back
all four legs a blur
tail whipping for balance
on the tight turns
as she strives for more pace
I smile as she sighs
rolls onto her back
under the windows
and roaches peacefully
still sound asleep
(Sheza Cool One was her racing name.
Her Father was Big Daddy Cool)
By J. Irvine