This tree contained a stellar jay (a bluish bird, hard to see and not as strikingly blue as it seemed in real life).
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; dogwalking, 3km]
Day: April 23, 2023
Caveat: Poem #2454 “A carcass habit”
ㅁ The dog escaped and ran away - she'd smelled something quite dead. I found her later at the pond, The dead thing near her head.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.