WWOOOOooooooooooooooo...........
Tis the witching season.
The wind bites as evening falls and scudding clouds cross the moon. Unidentified sounds become shuffling feet until quiet comes and my key opens the door on the dark porch. The cat darts out into the night but stops short, arching its back and raising its barbed wire tale with a hisssssss to retreat back inside. Inside, I unload my bags onto the coat rack, to collapse into a chair and listen to the plump, plump, plump of the second hand climbing the face of the clock. It's cold and dark. What's next????????????
The wind bites as evening falls and scudding clouds cross the moon. Unidentified sounds become shuffling feet until quiet comes and my key opens the door on the dark porch. The cat darts out into the night but stops short, arching its back and raising its barbed wire tale with a hisssssss to retreat back inside. Inside, I unload my bags onto the coat rack, to collapse into a chair and listen to the plump, plump, plump of the second hand climbing the face of the clock. It's cold and dark. What's next????????????