Is your greyhound afraid of storms? This week's poem explores what it feels like to be thunder shy from the perspective of a Greyt!
Stormy Weather
By Katie Gilstrap
Even though
I am tenacious,
Stormy weather
Makes me anxious.
When I catch
A whiff of rain,
My sense of courage
Starts to wane.
Vicious gusts
Of wind outside
Invoke in me
A need to hide
While lightning bolts
And heavy hail
Create a quiver
In my tail.
I don't like to
Be alone
With all the creaks
And all the groans,
So when the thunder
Starts to clap,
I'll seek some solace
On your lap.
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