Telepathy 1

What is it? It's something I don't believe it. It's an old woman's tale. One day I walked my dog by the Whitney lake in one Fall day. Nobody was around and hungry black birds were flying low in the sky circling us. My disobedient dog perfectly heeled. I could feel her on my leg. "You will protect me." "They will get you first." We walked in perfect harmony toward a park gate. What was it? The dog and I didn't talk, my dog and I communicated without saying a word. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/10/2009