The old lurcher
She follows her master to the door,
Sorry old girl you carnt come anymore,
She here's the car drive away,
But home alone she as to stay.
Inside her heart is young,
Longing for the job once done,
But now all she can do is dream,
Of rabbits she as chased down the beam,
Her eyes av lost some of there glow,
And her old deadly pace is slow,
Her lovely coat as turned to grey,
And now she sleeps more by day.
Let's ere some