There was a
Wolf at my door
a
Hell Hound at my heels
a
giant black dog that followed me home in the snow
and disappeared when I turned around and called him to follow me inside.
Next time I will stop and whistle softly, call a little more gently
to bring my nervous companions in darkness to my side.
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I had assumed that when people clicked the like button on my blog links at FB, it meant that they had taken a quick peek at what I had written.
Not so.
Some people thought that I was posting pictures and golly gee, those are so neat-o and I deserve a big pat on the back for sharing it, and sometimes they are ‘saying’ that the little blue thumb is informing me in Emoji shorthand that they are ‘supportive’
Seriously.
I don’t know why I bother with Facebook, it’s a wasteland.