slowly but surely, winter's chill and the blight's rot takes leaves from the trees . june watches them shed their colours, and how tendrils of blight grow up the slanted trunks, devouring any and every sign of life .
he frowns . frowns . hates it .
Egotistical men, especially humans, exist in droves. Their numbers is higher than their intelligence.
Places that won't attempt to poison me are few and far between. 😮💨