A Rubbish Poem #06

Hark!

Hear her squawk, hear her screech

As The Beast backs down the street.

Glowing orange, flash and blink,

She chases winter’s night to ground.

Marching beside, solemn in their duty,

The Hi-Viz Herald her descent.

 

Hark!

Hear her groan, hear her grind

As she feasts, gorging on the

Offerings roadside left behind.

Satiated, briefly, she pauses. Then,

Roaring in triumph, The Beast crawls away.

And The Hi-Viz Herald her exit.

 

Gavin Dimmock

December 3, 2019

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