Tuesday, November 4, 2025, 43.8*, 94% RH, 0757
Smidge of blue blends in behind the trees sky. Wind begins. Black muddied feet, the three scatter new designs across the floor. Large oak leaf flutters into view. Disappears. No birds seen, heard. One by one, batteries replaced, three cameras again go offline. Someone in the driveway yesterday, by the time I got outside they were gone. Nebulizer charges. Rubber duck smiles. Coffee cools in a red cup, the three sleep.
The Witch of November is calling.
Art: LJ Austin
