Blood lines

18 May 2010 § 1 Comment

Our whippet is 10 months old this week. In terms of height, we reckon he’s reached his operational ceiling; now he needs to start growing outwards, rather than just upwards. Even as a gangly adolescent, his power and sheer speed over the ground are remarkable: in a couple more years, when he’s fully mature, he’s going to be truly formidable. Weight-for-weight, whippets are the fastest dogs – and according to some the fastest animals – in the world, and when the red mist descends, he’s blind and deaf to everything except whatever unfortunate dog/cat/squirrel/bird/bicycle he’s pursuing. Otherwise, he’s amiable, indolent and has more ears than brain cells, which are reliable signs of an impeccable pedigree in most species, including our own.

This spring, our evening walk round the local fields and woods has become a routine test of his nascent hunting skills. Thus far, the local rabbits have been winning hands (or paws) down, but on last night’s evidence, they won’t be having things all their own way for much longer. So herewith some blank verse, for a dog with a vacant expression.

HUNTER’S MOON 

Now Venus and the new moon share the sky.

The chill creeps through the fields like a thief,

Sets cows’ breath steaming, steals warmth from folds

And hollows. Blackbirds chatter in the woods

Alarmed at our approach. My friendly dog

Trots easily behind me. Then a flash

Of white fur at the field’s edge ignites

The deep desire bred in blood and bone

And he is running. I can only stand

And watch. The catch and killing bite may come

One day; for now, the chase ends in a yelp

Of almost-had-him fury, and I smile:

Some hunting dog – he’s young, with much to learn

About his trade and harnessing his speed.

But when two summers more have rolled around

No rabbit will be safe on open ground.

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§ One Response to Blood lines

  • trisha says:

    your puppy reminded me of my pet kitten. she could not kill a cockroach properly a month back. the day before yesterday i saw that she has killed a poor mole 😦

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