His Ears and Mine

I drew a wolf.
He ran in the paper freely.
Somehow the sound he hears was heard to me.
The sound of a wind, sound of a frost melting, sound of grass, sound of chewing people.
I was far away from him,
but I was able to hear his world closer than anyone.

I called him Blue Tooth.

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