MUSHVERSE; bird in tree, must be a day ending in y

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So I'm up in a tree again. This park's good for tree-climbing, anyway; nobody really bothers me much here. One hand curled around a limb, the rest of me slumped back against the branches, I feel... comfortable.

Well, as comfortable as I can be in this body. But that stuff's old hat.

That said, I'm actually kind of dozing, but shh. I know what I'm doing. Today's been wearing, maybe just because I've not been out and about among my fellow former, er, semi-orphaned compatriots. Does that sound okay? Do I care? It works!