1.1.2026

My weathering shelter often feels gloomy inside this bustling forest. Its dwellers don't usually visit me here, though I visit them in their thickets from time to time.
The blissful rat and dog in the tree up the trail.
The wyrmling up on the hill, still piling its gold.
The plainspoken cat down near the coast.
Though who draws my attention is this travelling bard - a new mouse came to town !