People around here call them Trash Pandas.
Visitors that come in the silence of the night so, no one can hear or see them. Searching our garbage for food. See the remains of the search every Wednesday morning. They try so hard to clean up however, it is impossible. My broom picks up the remains. I was up late one Tuesday night when I heard the cans being shuffled, searched through. Quietly, I looked out the window. Surprised by what I saw. Always assumed it was animals that made the community mess but it was not. In the dark, there was a shadow of two. It looked like an adult and a child trying to be quiet, invisible as they went through the cans. I watched however did not say a word. After seeing this I started making too much food for one person to have on Tuesdays. Made sure it was in a bag on top of the curbside trash can so, it could be easily fond. I do not care what brought these two to our nighttime neighbourhood. That was not my business. Never approached them either so, I did not scare them and they could keep a bit of dignity. Everyone needs food. I have heard neighbours grumble, complaining every Wednesday about the animalistic Trash Pandas with a snarl on their faces. Makes a person think to themselves what would happen if they ever became Trash Pandas themselves how would they feel? October 20, 2021 Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021
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I feel you slithering around me
as I lay here, shaking, broken. You only come around during these times. When it is believed I am at my weakest. You and your other demons have been hoping for this moment. I should have expected you when the snap occurred and my bones became weak. The scream must have been your signal to try what you and your kind have attempted so many times before. Lessons should have been learned each time you believe I am broken. I am gathering strength to stand against the demons you bring. One day you will learn I am not broken. September 25, 2021 @Andrew Scott - Just a Maritime Boy 2021 |
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