El-ahrairah!

Not a great black beast
Not slick and dark with death's dawning

But brown and like-furred
Paws tufted as mine

No chilling smell of runners stopped
No whiskers of lightning

Just a gentle glowing
Around his ears, curious and regarding me

Is this it?
Not to say "Is this ALL"

For it is everything that was
And all that will be

I thump and leap with joy and follow him
His word drawing me to the endless Down meadows