Tis a peaceful night:
No one about;
An unexpected flood of joy!
The moon has just come out!
A day or two early?
What can I say...
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
An awesome display.
Settling in early; just after dusk...
No murders or mayhem
A message, a gasp!
We have a system in our house-
Wouldn\'t fool a mouse.
But this is how we do:
Compost bin, rubbish bin (very thin),
Recycling out the back-
Packaging, drinks, tins, so forth-
All the crap that brings the crap.
Disclaimer: I am mostly bottles and cans, but that a plan.
I collect them
They pay ten cents each!
Man, O man!
Back to the story: this quiet peaceful night...
Tws for me a bit of a fright!
To do my duty!
To be a husband to my wife.
To be the hero
That tidied the mess.
Well,
That is my lot.
I must confess.
Now I am not complaining, although it could be said-
That a little more processing, could save me from this dread!
We dwell at the top of a quarter acre block.
Bottom half bush.
We can handle four adults but six is a push.
The septic doesn\'t like it-
I can only pray to that...
But tonight\'s mission is garbage!
And to not let out the cat.
Or the Labradoodle, that one in her prime-
Who can run like the wind,
And is so hard to find.
Talking garbage:
Up the side it resides.
It\'s usually in one box, can be a little on the nose.
But tonight took two trips, to the front, near the hose.
We have a ten metre frontage
Six metres from the road
And fitting six cars in
Could make a head explode.
New moon:
It\'s dark.
Shadows from the house.
Didn\'t have my torch with me-
Ouch!
Got me shin on the tow ball!
off to a good start-
squeezed in beside the bins-
It\'s usually a work of art...
Not tonight.
Now the systems for the system:
given three council bins
To separate our rubbish
And absolve us of our sins.
Now, I am thinking...
Is it my duty to be crushing boxes in the dark?
Am I being tested?
I know I am not that smart.
Who takes garbage out in the dark?
Without a torch!
Well,
That would be me.
Of course.
Crushing boxes my glasses fell off!
A seen of despair as I splutter and cough.
I had this thought:
It\'s easily mended, if they were crushed nice and neat,
Before thrown to the vendor.
But chivalry is alive!
I am not lost!
I will fulfil my duties
At any cost.
Knowing the payout is not of this world...
What else can I do?
I married the girl.
Dogs now barking as I rattle a few tins,
Across the road a chorus joins in.
Off now for the second load,
Trip over my sons wheel caps!
I am about to explode.
I forgot about them there in the dark.
Oh, look!
The ladies are back from the park.
Left now
Never alone
Needing a voice
Gathering stones
Tilling soil
Fallowed in time
A call to redemption
The harvest sublime.
Windows open
Not just for me
Those who he calls
Will surely see.
If a fool is known by his many words
Have I exceeded my Quota?
That\'s one for the birds.