feedin’ fish…

used to go out to the pond and feed catfish…watch ’em jump for pebbles of food…swim up to the top and then dive back down into the green water…a hundred little fish gettin’ outta the way…

and there was this one albino catfish…pure white…even his horns were white…he kept mostly to himself…swam in circles…waitin’ for the rest of ’em to stop their feedin’ frenzy…he was the most patient fish I’ve ever seen…stayed below the surface…waitin’ for the kitty chow to drop deeper into the water…it was as if he asked to be fed…didn’t demand it…his calm composure was soothin’…

so I watched the catfish…and the hand-sized blue-gills swim ’til the sun went down onna hot summer night with the glowin’ moon startin’ to appear and the frogs beginnin’ to croak…cicadas singin’ out songs of praise…

and for once I felt at peace…

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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