n-ghtiingale

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The house is empty...

Just a shell...

Just plaster and brick and wood...

Once full of life and growth...

Multiple childhoods to be remembered...

Now empty...

Abandoned... but not forgotten.

Never forgotten.

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Happy pride month everyone. I hope you all have a good month. It is also Men's mental health month. Whether you're out or not, whether you're struggling or not. I am proud of all of you.

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Purple haze,

a rogue wildflower,

defying manicured lawns.

Velvet petals,

unfurling in the sun,

a rebellious splash of color.

They call you weed,

I call you art,

a jewel in the green.

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Sing, Muse, of unlikely pair, a demon, angel bright,

Crowley, Aziraphale, in shadows kissed by light.

No war of heavens, hells, but whispers in the breeze,

Two nightingales of sorts, among the ancient trees.

For Crowley, serpent sleek, a song of smoky grace,

Defiance in each note, a rebel’s shadowed face.

He sang of falling stars, of pleasures yet unknown,

A melody of fire, on angel's heart bestown.

And Aziraphale, he heard, his spirit took to flight,

His own song, soft and pure, a beacon in the night.

Of kindness, grace, and love, a counterpoint so fine,

Two voices intertwining, in harmonies divine.

No epic battles raged, no kingdoms rose or fell,

But in their shared refrain, a different kind of spell.

For love, a gentle bloom, on thorny ground took hold,

Two nightingales, a story, waiting to unfold.

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American Crow on the fence by my house

Photo by me, taken on FujiFilm X-T30 II

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In the sunlit patch,

the orange cat sprawls,

a warm flicker of fur,

dreaming of lazy afternoons.

The black cat prowls,

shadows dance beneath her paws,

a whisper of night,

where secrets curl like smoke.

Together they wander,

two different worlds entwined,

each glance a story,

each purr a promise.

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With the weather getting warmer and nicer, I will hopefully be out and about more. Hopefully more pictures and maybe videos will be uploaded.

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"Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf,

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day

Nothing gold can stay." - Robert Frost

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Oh this tangled web we weave.

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When nervous, house sparrows flick their tails to ease out the tension.

I wish I had a tail to do that too.

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Well, at least it feels nice outside.

The Autumn weather is nice.

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