It is said he clicked coins
and in the tawny country
it was like the bolt of a rifle,
and the dog knew what that meant.
These dogs know left and right,
to stop and to ease forward.
The little bitches crane their necks down
so that their eyes bewitch;
the huntaways stand shoulders square,
bring a bark up from hell, and it
fills the guts and ridges where light hides
and changes colour with the hour.
They do it all for the caress of a cupped hand.
When they sleep, the eyelids flicker.