Bulk Trash Day
Stealthy dog walkers
Slyly comb precarious
Piles with keen eyes—
Or flashlights at night.
Secrecy's part of the game,
Not embarrassment.
Taking or leaving,
We pass things round and around
Like kids trade their toys.
How Precious Is a Good Spouse
Always a best friend.
True respected challenger,
Eventually.
Trainer in patience.
Sharer of discoveries.
One to encourage.
Trusted counselor.
Reader of needs unspoken,
Giver of smiles.
Fat Raccoon
He would be cuter
If he were a porcupine.
Sly, thieving varmint.
Waddles the parkways
Bulk trash eve—his holiday
Of disappointment.
Mountains of garbage
Inedible. No fish scraps,
Not a rotting treat.
