Scarecrow
I am a scarecrow, made so fine; a garish standing guardian of my mother’s design.
Hollow of soul, hollow of mind; stuffed with straw where my heart you would find.
Protector of hopeless crops, keeper of forgotten lands; a scarecrow soaked in teardrops.
Hollow of love, hollow of laughter; those cheeky pests I wander to chase after.
I am a scarecrow, made so fine; a shamble of my mother’s ideal design.














