I hear them roaring in my sleep, and they color my dreams, a herd of preying beasts. I awake and it's still dark. I can hear them roaming the byways, skirting the hills of the canyon, prowling as the dawn comes, looking to feed their foul appetites.They growl and bellow as they approach. Monstrous, colossal, they flatten all beneath massive black paws that grip the earth.
Their baleful eyes flash.
Any creature in the path veers and cowers as they pass.Last night, we placed out offerings in special vessels to appease the beasts. Seized by huge hard dripping claws, with a snarl, they are emptied into the behemoth's yawning maw, shaken violently as the beast swallows each fragment, ground with its massive molars.
The beast, once sated, moves slowly on, turning to show its bulging, plated rump. The thunder dies away as it retreats. 
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The horror!
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I love your great writing. Thanks for this exposé. It's the same way here--these beasts come rumbling around every week. (But what's the alternative?)
Heh! Our "behemoths" usually prowl after we've left for work/school.
It is rather like that - behemoths at dawn!
Such poetry for the mundane collection of garbage. I loved it!
Do your offerings for the great jaws differ in the black and blue bins??
Our beasts like black bins one week and green bins (vegetable matter) the next.
Suits the English digestion better, I suppose ;)
I am so very thankful for those beasts. Each week I try to put less into our garbage can. We have made it fun and now everyone in the house is trying hard to reuse and recycle as much as we can!
Wishing you the most wonderful of weekends friend : )
Nicely, done- a hilarious piece!
Oh my, you always have something up your sleeve. Who else could blog about trash trucks? Well when I lived in SM it was plain ol' barrels and trash trucks wheezing up our hill off of Marine St near Marine Park. Here in the Midwest, we burn most of our trash, but what we don't is picked up weekly by an old guy in an old pick-up truck. Living my whole life in Cali, one of the hardest thing to get used to here was the smell of burning trash or burning leaves. It always sent a chill up my spine. After almost 15 years, it's still a little unsettling. Blessings to you, Shay
The only time the beasts bother me is mating season. Then, the noise is unbearable.
Oh, this is fabulous! I was very glad to see the local behemoth this morning because it meant that we had only rain and not ice.
Most of our noisy behemoths of late have been the pre-dawn plows and sanding trucks.
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