Tuesday is garbage night.... - Creative Writing

The sun has not yet gone down
and so I am not allowed to put out my garbage.
All that is rotting must be put out after dark.
So that it is not visible by the light of day.
Only the moon, barely a quarter of its usual grandeur,
can shine down on the black bags filled with waste.
As the chemical reactions of decomposition
start to give off gases with the most foul of odors,
the bags multiply up and down the avenue.
Like huge, dark mushrooms the garbage sprouts
in the shade of the trees lining the street.
Shade that can only be seen by the light of day.
As the night becomes darker, the scavengers, both human and animal alike,
come out to feed off of that which is no longer wanted.
They sift through food scraps and tin cans
in the hopes of finding something of worth,
something that is still good.
Something the insiders may have overlooked.
Inside their homes after dark, the citizens are safe
from the stench which will overtake the night.
The stench in which the scavengers will bath in order to find some rotting treasure.
A piece of meat on the bone.
A soda can to recycle.
Persistence and repetition arm the scavengers for success.
Sooner or later the animals find rotten morsels
while the humans add another five cents to their mental tally.
And inside,the blue squares give off a shine
much like that of the moon but much less reserved.
While outside, the blue luminescence glows from each window
and mixes in with the foetid stink of garbage.