The Scarecrow

I have seen something and the something saw a me, a scarecrow, stuffed with straw in half with claims to more. The something’s not into onlookers. A well done, a taut, a plausible, I thought I looked alive but the insightful something said: «A chive can’t kill the stink of death». So ever since I have been thinking what the something means and what it meant… Don’t see some things up close if your vocation is to scare crows.