The Sound of Ink

Fledgling American Crow on Hand   photo by Robert Langham I was born black winged vocal on the tongue of silence. Harsh tried to teach me to fly without words, but sight isn’t deaf. With every “hush” I grew stronger. When scissors came to cut me from the nest, I’d already learned the language of wings. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 The Sunday Muse #54