The Scarecrow
The scarecrow
Surrounded in a field of sugar cane
The sun begins to set
He musters out a yawn
A horizon he has seen for the last 34 years
From which he was placed to lay and hang
He ponders to himself
I am made of straw
Just a device
For the so called alien of nature
I receive no love
Only hatred and torment
On rainy days
I am chilled to the bone
Mushy and soaked
On sunny days the crows pick
And make fun
I have no friends
Only the creepy crawlies
That dwell upon my body
they eat me alive
I wonder
Why
Why
Why do I deserve such a life!
I still live even though I have fallen apart!
A strong breeze brushes past The rows of fields
through my straw dwelling
suddenly
Silence Unbearable silence
I then hear a voice
I turn my head to the source
It whispers
You help me survive
The scarecrows body shakes
Tears pour down his face
The scarecrow smiles
Copyright © Fullmoon Sway | Year Posted 2016
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