Black Dog

Oh, yes indeed, you thought you had lost him. All was well, you thought you're on easy street. Your pathway was strewn with flowers and then nothing to look forward to but to greet grandchildren at the door, parcel out love, forbearance accumulated in a lifetime. Live life orderly and above the board you built from illusions just a little and dreams just a lot. One dark night you awoke. That dark canine of chaos and despair was back, sniffing, scratching right there at your front door, the side of your house, indomitable and stupid and near, drawn like a dog to the heat of your fear.