i sometimes am too morose in mind and i'll try sometimes to release some blocked energy or reveal something in the environs mentally. release something, or find a visual balm or a secret fruit or something, like something is hidden from me, or in me, i need to release. after seeing those stilted nits with their stiff backs and leashed black hangdogs especially. i said mister, let's just get one more picture here and i started scooping duff from the hollow and my finger brushed a softness and revealed a baby squirl in a dead sleep. i took the baby out and put my baby in, but oddly it seemed the hollow had shrunk to accommodate more comfortably the baby squirl, and mister was hanging on the edge like a fledgling bird too big for the nest, praying in earnest not to fall, and too scared to fly. this kid must have lived in the upper shaft of the hollow tree and must have fell or died and been dropped. i didn't want this to be a death hollow, i wanted it to be a nook for mister, though i know it's more a nook for me, as well as a vestibule for the living squirls.