myrmepropagandist on Nostr: Deep in the boreal forest the hush of oncoming winter nights stirs the trees. You ...

Deep in the boreal forest the hush of oncoming winter nights stirs the trees. You walk, alert, listening in the cool October air, miles from any road, from any sign of human life... and this is thrilling but also terrifying.

That is when you hear it, a wild call, mournful, melodic, alarming. This is no song bird. This is no human voice. Brassy, and exhilarating... jazzy and swinging.

And then you know it can only be: Saxsquash.