She had got into the routine each evening
since getting her dog.
A chance to exercise after a day at work
living alone wasn’t good.
It was lovely having a companion and pet
contentment had been met.
Everything was well when she at last got home
the puppy ready for his walk.
So as usual changed into more casual ware
and off they happily went.
To the nearby community woodland park
by now it was getting dark.
Far later than they usually came now uncertain
about entering the trees.
It had taken on a completely foreboding feel
once within the boundaries.
Sadness consumed her being upon each tread
as she looked ahead!
Following the sound of her excited pets bark
saw a man by a tall elm.
Her dog was scratching at its base and roots
acting like he wasn’t there!
As she drew near there was no man in sight
could he be in some plight?
Uncertain who he was or could be the threat
got hold of her precious pet.
Putting on his lead so would not run off again
curious why he was digging.
Never done that before while they were here
but too dark to see clear!
Hurrying back home weary of him following
on the path easier to see.
Relieved as she got in safely both unharmed
then contacted the police.
Early the next day they came around to visit
suggestion better she sit!
Informing her that where the dog was digging
a body had been found.
It had been established the remains were male
and not been there long!
To her that was who she saw standing so sad
remembering feeling so bad!
Giving her statement the best that she could
knowing they wouldn’t believe her!
That it was a Ghost!
The Foureyed Poet.
Really liked this but there’s not much about dogs I don’t gravitate to. Thank you. Paulette
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This sounded like the life my late Aunt Laura lived and if she was able to read this I am sure that she would have loved this poem. R.I.P Aunt Laura 1968-2013 😥
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