myrmepropagandist on Nostr: :: It has gone on for three sunrises. Every time you pause to drink from a break in ...

:: It has gone on for three sunrises. Every time you pause to drink from a break in ice of the brook, or to nibble the uncommon softer bark of the austere black and white trees — every time you pause from motion it is not long before you hear it, before you smell it.

The thin bald wolf of two legs. The creature is not substantial, not even wrapped in the skin of your mate of last spring— and somehow— no matter how well you hide your tracks it is never far behind. Shuffling, always towards you.