Reveling in my aloneness this Friday night,I stepped outside to get some firewood and admire the solitude of a starry autumn sky... but then I heard someone running their howling beagles or coonhounds along the creek, and I quickly grabbed a chunk of wood and returned to the safety of my Edith Bunker chair. The bellowing hound yelp under the cover of darkness will forever creep me out. It conjures images of bloodhounds tracking an escapee through mucky swampland... in my backyard.
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 01:11:00 +0000