the_wolf_says_he_knows_what_time_it_is cr0wl it's dinner time 100318 ... ovenbird And I know enough not to run. It goes against every instinct but the easiest escape is silence, stillness. When every other fleeing form is animated by panic I freeze, I make myself small, turn my eyes to the ground, blend into the relentless grey of the winter sky. The wolf is there for the chase and if I don’t provide it he’ll ignore me, maybe let me live another day. His breath is hot and rancid, with fur between his teeth, but then he’s gone, lusting after the thickening blood he smells coursing through other veins. You never could have found me. I turned myself to stone. And maybe you did too. And it took aeons for the earth to shift beneath us so that our shattered edges met. 260213 what's it to you? who go blather from