Black Dog
Maybe it follows you home. Slinking in the distance, tail between legs, like you might turn around any moment and chase it away. You don't. You take pity on the mangy critter and invite it closer. Just a few days, you think. Until he's strong enough to go. With a sweep of your arm, you invite the stray into a corner of your room, with a soft cushion to curl up and sleep. Ah, that's better. Good...