A little hound tomfoolery

Ode to a Hole

Down there lays just dust and dirt

When paws are digging, it does not hurt

It simply flies and scatters clear

Until above ground, is just my rear

Once it’s dug it’s time to lie

The dirt I love but the parents sigh

If only they knew our Egyptian past

They dug many holes but not in grass

Under the hot sand it grew colder

We greyhounds simply became bolder

 

At the end of the day, the hole is for rest

Yet the parents still remain unimpressed

Digging is my passion and I shall not stop

Even when I accidentally destroy mum’s crop

The holes I dig are works of art

They can fill them in... but it’s just the start