Whispers I

Trees grumble in the darkness as Winter blankets them in snow once more. Wind chimes gossip about Wind’s coldness.
Water whispers secrets to Creek.

Inside, we fret.
Red Dog grumbles at Scruffy Dog. Scruffy Dog growls back, but moves as requested.
Little Dog whines. I throw her toy and continue to type.

Sunday night.

 

© C.M. DeCourcey and Creekside Whispers

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