Scarecrow Dancing In the Moonlight

Scarecrow dancing in the moonlight. Made of wood and cleaves of hay, he stands alone whilst birds circle around each day. On a cross he is tied and bound, an old hat he wears with holes in, all dirty and brown. A sack cloth for a jacket, all grey and damp like the ground, hands made from coat hangers all wiry and pointy like the corn that surrounds. A head made from an old popped football and scuffed, the eyes made of coal and a smile painted on like a woman you can't trust. But deep inside is a magical thing, that's asleep in the day time, but comes alive when the sun goes in. A man in a tuxedo with a smile so bright, who sings opera in the moonlight. A scarecrow no more, but a magical thing, that's beautiful,magnificent,he dances and sings, but no one can ever see him you see, it's just between him,you and me.