A living scarecrow
05/23/2019
I am here
Where shall I park
Park yourself
In the fields
I find a spot
And tie myself to the cross
(bless me father,
for I sinned...
...cut it out
no hilarity,
this is work)
Early dawn
So glad I got my coat on
I see the sun rising
What an exhilarating scene
Sky exuding
Pastel yellow, orange and blue
Here comes the conspiracy
Or is it murders
I must Google how to
Differentiate between ravens and crows
They perch themselves
Firmly on me
To briefly rest
And steal from the field
This goes on for hours
As they also dutifully
Do their duty
On me
What the hell
With their talons
Digging into
My flesh
They can't tell
I'm real
So they go about
Happily
I'm more scared of them
Rather they of me
Well we all got to
Make do somehow
Today
I was a scarecrow
Who knows, what
Will I be tomorrow
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Author:
Suresh (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There was a little frivolity in all your poems today, so I just whipped this up. I hope you enjoy it.
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Comments5
Tomorrow i hope you will be feeling better dressed.
AH! That's why they couldn't tell, I was real
Hello Suresh,
An interesting and vivid poem. Super write.
Keep writing FineB
Some scarecrows go on forever.
Absolutely loved this my friend, could still feel the reflection of life.
Great write!
what a delectable exchange between the scarecrow and his Maker.. nice bit o originality here methinks... tis a murder of crows... is it a parliament of ravens by any chance.... oh' and I dunno how I missed this page in my previous digging..... Neville
You truly got the amusement in this piece. Thnx for shuffling.
pleasure...
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