Thank-you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to CE ayr for the prompt photo
Look at me I’m Paolo, my beady orange eyes stare back at you. My feet livid pink toes missing, my neck grey green, the bird boss of this turf. Witness my power, I keep my flock in check, stupid birds, wouldn’t last minutes here without me.
No one comes passFeral Supremoes, bins, dirt, grease and so much food ! Chuck outs from those steamy joints. We do, we’re feral survivors, eat any-thing, we fight rats for scrap. No creature will eat us or the rats, say we’re toxic. I say we’re feral and free.