I had never heard of devil black dogs before
until one night when I was twelve.
Living in a house we'd just moved into
my dad was away in the forces.
So my mum then was a little stressed
but with patience she was blessed.

Being the youngest with one older sister
it was odd now in my own room.
About ten thirty on a dark and cold night
scratching noises outside my room!
It got much louder so I had the urge to look
approaching the door handle shook!

Determined to be brave I grabbed the handle
forcing myself into the dim hallway.
At first I only heard a panting like sound
then a growl made me focus.
Two fiery red eyes a black dog stood there
it was so real to you I swear!

I had expected to be bitten or even clawed.
laying sobbing on the freezing floor!
My sister was first to come and find out
what the commotion was about.
Helping me up I glanced nothing was there
it certainly gave me a scare.

From then on my interest was aroused
what I had I seen it was so vivid/
A horrendous introduction to the unknown
now I still dread being alone.

Ther Foureyed Poet.