Plastic Owl
A plastic owl stood guard upon
A city window ledge,
Most likely so a pigeon wouldn’t
Strut there on the edge.
But urban creatures aren’t fooled
By something clearly fake.
Their city cred, much more than where they land,
Is what’s at stake.
Though farmers may use scarecrows
So their crops will thus survive,
All the savvy city critters
Wouldn’t fall for all that jive.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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