Spring Scarecrow
Shifty eyes and raven stare,
demented caws from twisted beak,
a stealthy theif without a flock
stalks my labor from flagrant perch.
Worms nod from dusk damp holes
but I suspect no worm looks quite
as good as fresh sown seeds.
A three toed bargain tucked in bed
must look like fast food take out.
I know he'll come when my back is turned
and like the boogy man
eat my dreams before they've sprouted!
Spring ordained scarecrow am I
with trustless eyes
I wait until;
the hills drink the sun
and feathered spies slip beneath their wing
when the wetland peepers peep songs
and strings of crickets sweetly sing
beneath a tilted moon.
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