Garbage? – Day 28 (questions)

Garbage

and why do I have to wheel

the garbage to the gate

on a night as bitterly

cold as this?





You don’t want the garbage

left to fill the yard; bring in

rats maybe.





Why did my daughter buy me

this bright yellow garbage bin?





Because it’s the just right size

Because it has a tight lid!

No rat could ever make its way

in; into this lovely, just

the right size garbage bin.





Why do I have to lay aside

my warm slippers; push

my toes into dark

mucky gumboots?





Gumboots are best

for walking the frosty night

grass. Crunch, crunch, crunch!





Why is my cat Slippers

out at the gate taking her time?





Slippers is out at the gate

to let all the other street cats know.

This is the garbage for Number 8.





She’s a superior cat.

But has no one told her

all garbage is garbage?





It’s the bright yellow bin

we ask no questions of.

When will Slippers learn that?





Benita H. Kape (c) 28.4.2021

Notes: “Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s)

Slippers in the sun. I wont go so far as to make it moonlight. But I think I could have. The night is absolutely glorious. Too lovely to think of the cold.

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