Garbage

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.