I find myself all alone,
Stuck out in some distant field,
I know that this is not my home,
But from this place I will not yield,
Falling rain streams down my face,
Howling wind blows through my hair,
Across the sky dark clouds all chase,
Away they go, I know not where,
The cries of birds I softly hear,
As they warble from afar,
Why this spot, I’m not so clear,
I don’t think I came here in a car,
My arms are stiff, my legs I can’t feel,
My body itself feels completely numb,
I hope it won’t take long to heal,
My mood is sombre, I’m feeling glum,
I feel I’ve been here quite some time,
Memories seem to be easing back,
I think I’m here to prevent a crime,
But god it feels like I’m on a rack,
Why am I here? I wish I knew!
There has to be a reason why!
But I simply have no clue!
No matter how hard I try!
Oh wait, of course, I should have guessed,
It’s obvious now, well now I know!
I’m here to shoo a certain pest,
I am of course the lonely scarecrow!

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2014