Scarecrow

The decoy’s devoir to protect the corn.

The newly sowed seedlings and the growing

children- the unhuman protects them all,

like a deity who cannot walk but knows

the world and its universe.

This fowling smell adores the ancient rugged

ensemble while the foresighted animals

revise in vogue terror long long

since.. time immemorial.

The farmers hat intact on its head but

there is no unfriendly intent. Sadly

it wards off the friends it makes

as the hat says so.

At night it believes himself into a man

and tries hard to call

back all friends and birds but

no word leave the sewn mouth, and

when it wishes to cry in dreamscapes

no tear wet the eyes more dark

than the midnight dark.

So one day when it comes alive,

who does it walk to?