Paul J. Kearns

I should have put the bins out last night.
Yellow light illuminating the back street.
Rushing down from the shower in fright.
No dinosaurs are kept in this bin at night.

Put my shoes on and open the front door.
Rain, fog, and darkness greet me once more.
Pulling packed bins onto the front street.
No dinosaurs are kept in this bin at night.

Yellow lights from the dark shrouded bin van.
The rain and fog create an eerie atmosphere.
I half expect shouts of loading team stand clear.
No dinosaurs are kept in this bin at night.

Like the opening scene of that dinosaur movie.
Thankfully, there is no screaming velocirator.
Just my wild imagination, and that’s alright.
No dinosaurs are kept in this bin at night.