To Wheely Bins

(Dedicated to anybody who's walked, after-dark and alone, under street lights on wheely-bin day).

Creatures of the night,
Sinister only by sodium lamp,
Gather in voiceless conspiracy.

What do you discuss then?
For what do you wait?
Oh silent sub-urban cabal.

Next morning you stand meekly,
As a faithful receptacle should,
And bide your time accepting coffee grounds.

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