Emily Fischer

Mad thunderclouds storm throughout the sky.

Young as I was, I was not afraid.

During the night I was startled by a scratching noise.

A dark shape could just be made out sitting, one ear up, one ear

Down by the foot of my bed.

Somebody had to go back outside.

Deftly opening the patio door this thin

Old dog snuck up the

Green carpeted stairs to my room.

Jack hated thunder. He taught me that

Animate beings need to feel

Cared for and safe.

Kindly letting me know that I was not alone.