Scarecrow Trickster
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Standing silent, 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 whispers of the crop
berates silence, 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,
he hangs there, unabashed; without a brain,
amidst the rows of corn as a backdrop:
disguised as you.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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