i can feel the shadow of dog the quiet looming of dread in the hint of a breath on the back of my neck but nothing is there when i look i can feel the shadow of dog as days become short the soft click of their paws on foundational floors are felt by my unhearing ears i can feel the shadow of dog in the scent of the chill as the autumn leaves fell from tired trees that no longer care i can feel the shadow of dog i know that it's here but what colour they are when i open the door is a choice i make once again ©ceenoa
Happiness is kind words from a friend …..