The old dog slept
And the owld dog dreamed,
Not of the carpet
On which he lay,
Not of the streets,
Not of the town,
Nor the house, nor the people,
He knew by day.

The old dog slept
And the old dog dreamed,
Dreamed of a forest,
Deep and dark
And of comrades who ran
By his running side.
Comrades who howled
But could not bark.

The deer is up,
The deer is in flight
And the swift pack follows.
Through forests deep
And the old dog whimpers,
The old dog stirs
And his feet are running
In his sleep.

Another from Dog Stories by Elizabeth Coatsworth