Scarecrow Trickster
Standing on guard, alone, without a friend,
vigilant in the face of wind and rain
a scarecrow trickster: is playing pretend,
in his hand-me-down clothes: ragged and plain.
The rustling of the crop
fuels whispers nonstop:
and yet, he doesn't eavesdrop.
The birds all shoo
on cue; 'cause he's
steadfast and true!
And although he faces a chilling end:
still he stands, unabashed, without a brain;
amidst the rows of corn as a backdrop:
disguised as you.
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