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Trash Pandas

10/21/2021

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People around here call them Trash Pandas.
Visitors that come in the silence of the night
so, no one can hear or see them.
Searching our garbage for food.
 
See the remains of the search
every Wednesday morning.
They try so hard to clean up
however, it is impossible.
My broom picks up the remains.
 
I was up late one Tuesday night
when I heard the cans
being shuffled, searched through.
Quietly, I looked out the window.
Surprised by what I saw.
Always assumed it was animals
that made the community mess
but it was not.
 
In the dark, there was a shadow of two.
It looked like an adult and a child
trying to be quiet, invisible
as they went through the cans.
I watched however did not say a word.
 
After seeing this
I started making too much food
for one person to have on Tuesdays.
Made sure it was in a bag
on top of the curbside trash can
so, it could be easily fond.
 
I do not care what brought
these two to our nighttime neighbourhood.
That was not my business.
Never approached them either
so, I did not scare them
and they could keep a bit of dignity.
Everyone needs food.
 
I have heard neighbours grumble,
complaining every Wednesday
about the animalistic Trash Pandas
with a snarl on their faces.
 
Makes a person think to themselves
what would happen
if they ever became Trash Pandas themselves
how would they feel?
 
October 20, 2021
Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021
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Noreen Ann Snyder link
10/23/2021 10:48:58 pm

Wow, Andy, I love this poem! It does make one think because it could happen to any one of us. It reminds me of this elderly woman that the kids were scared of but I wasn't. She would go into the neighbor's trashcans looking for food. I felt sorry for her and she was a nice woman. When I was in the 2nd grade, she made me a doll blanket and she did it by hand and to this day I still have it and I kept good care of it. To this day, I still can't figure out why kids would be afraid of her to this day. Our family was friends with her. She is the sweetest elderly woman. This is when we lived in Indiana. Keep on writing, Andy! Thank you very much for sharing your poem with us!

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