Fitzpatrix

The gulls are at peace. Then, one seed. One chip. One crumb. A banana peel. Some pizza crust. Orange rind. A soft pretzel. A slice of old bread. The flock surrounds them. Beaks open and wings flapping. Pieces cause chaos. Thanks for reading! If you enjoy what I do, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi! Every little bit counts!

A depressed cushion, Damaged by the elements. Above a rusted Base, casters broken, Unfit to move or adjust. Fallen on its back But not without use. A cat sleeps on the Mangled headrest, memories Of home in her dreams.

Pressure and tension Can harden and soften you. It’s a constant fight To keep yourself from Decaying into dust or Melting into a Pool of confusion And dread. It’s just a part of Life that we all share. Thanks for reading! If you enjoy what I do, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi! Every little bit counts!

Hiding under the Bridge away from the storm and The bleak wilderness, Wondering why the Little drops of water fall All over the dirt And how the humans Don’t seem to notice or care About their own world. Thanks for reading! If you enjoy what I do, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi! Every little bit counts!

Just a hand-me-down, Wearing a century’s worth Of fond memories, Torn fabrics and loose Strings telling uncounted tales Of love and comfort. There have been many Just like it but only this One has those patches. Thanks for reading! If you enjoy what I do, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi! Every little bit counts!

Under the streetlights, They are crystals flickering In the darkened sky, Falling like feathers And dancing in the calm breeze. A sandbank of stars Shines across the road While the night sky is barren And the air is still. Thanks for reading! If you enjoy what I do, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi! Every little bit counts!