The Sound of Ink

The wolf reads my state of mind like it was a plump unaware child. A true friend, she knows what I’ll say before it bleeds from my tongue, and will nip at my heels to keep me from chasing dead ends. We survive the twisted outback of misinformation by weighing what we know against the desire to waste precious air. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 The Sunday Muse #96