Something about the smell of dead bark
It brings me back to a time when the earth and her daughters freely roamed.
Selkie has brought another dead thing into the house.
It is too alive
And it speaks a tongue so old it was old when the earth mother was new.
It told me many things, stories of things long past and alive.
One story in particular stood out.
"There once was a friend of old, it's wings were many and it's eyes were none and all. It hopped it croaked, it cackled it ran. Never did it speak. Until one day, drops of wet fell from the sky, and it spoke"
It was not a good story, and the dead-alive thing seemed to know this.
Sometimes the dead-alive thing spoke in rhyme and riddle, sometimes it spoke freely. However it never made sense.
Selkie ate it whole.