elm

I feel watched, somehow. I spot a round gap high in the foliage, dark and deep. Then there’s the den hole in the elm, an empty eye-socket…

A rodent face appears in the mouth of the old flicker hole in the elm snag. It watches me for a while before fading back into the darkness.

The den hole in the dead elm seems less than empty, like an eye socket in a skull. A single-prop plane goes over, hidden by the clouds.