ANCESTRAL BONES

Dark rainbowed wings enfold a tortured heart An oil slick presence seeping through its core As scarecrow scowls shout “oh please depart” An ocean scent drifts idly far from shore The corn has withered now the stalks but sticks Old barns the only hope of hungry mouse Sharp beaks and padded paws defy its tricks Soft circling clouds of warmth surround the house The raven perched atop the scarecrows head Leans hard into a seasons angry wind For even he has come to share the dread Of pagans who believe it will not end Thus, do they measure shadows cast by stones And mark their length with cold ancestral bones