Every now and again there is a street light. Most my walk is done in the dark. I feel wicked things watching me from the trees. But that's all they can do is watch. 

My dog angel walks beside me fearless. She will follow me into hell if need be. She barks and growls at the wicked eyes that watch us. She chases the ghost away. 

Another street light shines over the star filled sky. As I walk on by not afraid of the dark.