Does your greyhound like to take baths? This week's poem is all about bath day from the perspective of a Greyt!
Bath
By Katie Gilstrap
When I catch
Within my scope
That all-familiar
Oatmeal soap
I feel my mood
Begin to shift.
My body shakes.
My hackles lift.
And then my heart
Begins to pound,
For in the distance
Is the sound
That is the source
Of all my wrath:
The running water
Of a bath.
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