Got a weird cider message

I live next door to a sort of community hall. There'd been a party there earlier and the scruffy gits hadn't cleaned up after themselves. An empty drinks can was on my drive. It had been scrumpy Jack cider. I just put it over the wall where the rest of their rubbish was carelessly stacked.

Hours later, I was out there again having a smoke. I could hear a can blowing in the wind, getting closer. Then I saw it arrive at the end of my drive, turn, roll in, and stopped right by my feet. So this time I put it in my bin, but acknowledged the message that mother nature had sent me. I have not honoured the cider goddess for a while, so tonight I must do so.