Knock 17 Saturday Feb 2024 Posted by Bill Bisgood in Haiku, poem, Poetry ≈ 4 Comments Tagsdogs, Haiku, poem, Poetry, weather a wild, windy night dogs start to growl, quietly soft knock on the door An isolated house out in the countryside, I’m dog sitting, they’re hiding behind me. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
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Sounds like the start of a scary story….. Glad you and the dogs are ok.
Yes, fine thank you. It was a neighbour reporting our bins had blown away, the dogs resumed sofa duties.
Sounds a bit spooky.
The dogs thought so