What Happened?

A winter's evening, thick with fog,

My wife went out to walk the dog.


Ten minutes, maybe more went by,

And then arose a monstrous cry.


It split the still and silent air,

It raged and echoed everywhere,


It sounded like the sound of doom,

It made me start and pace the room,


A greater dread I've never known...

And then the dog came home alone.

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Don Matthews

Thu 19th Sep 2019 05:28

I'm glad your dog returned Branwell
Safe, as kj said
Methinks your wife ran off with
Another, straight to bed

The cries that you were hearing
Were those issued from bed
I'm sorry this might knock you
When all is done and said

Of course it's just a theory
From my fertile mind
We'd like to hear what theories
Perhaps your mind can find? 😎

The Case of the Missing Wife...hooowl...

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Ruth O'Reilly

Wed 18th Sep 2019 22:25

This has me the edge of my seat
Where is your wife? Who did she meet?
Now, Now Branwell
There's work for you
Get to work writing
The Dog Walk....
Part 2!😁

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Jason Bayliss

Wed 18th Sep 2019 22:24

Sometimes not telling the full story is more powerful than telling the full story. Cleverly done, I do hope she's alright though.

J. x

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kJ Walker

Wed 18th Sep 2019 21:18

I like a happy ending. So glad that the dog came home safely.

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Wed 18th Sep 2019 20:53

Intriguing and gets us wondering Branwell. Such an easy poem to follow with its easy rhyme, but the thoughts make us uneasy!


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Don Matthews

Wed 18th Sep 2019 13:51

Golly gosh there Branwell
I'm on edge of my seat
What happened to your wifey?
It's really got me beat 😎

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