By Andrew Scott
PROMPT—No one noticed ...
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 found.
I do not care what brought
these two to our nighttime neighborhood.
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 neighbors 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?
Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of classrooms, judge poetry competitions, and publish over 200 writings worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows, and The Broken Ones. Andrew Scott has published five poetry books, Snake with A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming, Whispers of the Calm, and Searching and one book of photography, Through My Eyes. Letter to You is his seventh poetry book. He writes from Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada.