Black Dog

There is
A Black Dog
In the corner.
He is trapped
By my despair.
His beauty
Is my anguish.
His glory
Is my pain.
He whimpers
And he howls.
Black Dog’s
Escape is fear.
Death, betrayal
And indifference
Call Black Dog’s
Other name.
4 November 2019
Bear ©Bearspawprint2019


Dark October Night

Last Night the temperature dropped quickly and a light mist fell.  All the woods where shrouded

in mystery.  Yet, here and there, tiny, tiny  Faerie lights sparked, red, blue, green, white, yellow.

I wasn’t sure the camera would catch them, but I was pleased to see that a few are visible.  I think

the floating bubbles, (more in images I didn’t post) are merely condensation instead of orbs.  However

there were some actual glowing things sort of floating, of which one yellow is caught in an image, that

I could not see clearly with the mist and dark.  I used the flash for all of these pictures.  The night was

quite dark so that I wasn’t sure that the bits of color and sparks were not my own visual anomalies.