I guessed, an end would arrive
and take us all to separate graves
Not at all brave
from the scratch, we were scarecrows
repelling parakeets and sparrows
till, a stranger gave us wings to fly
high above the graves
Shared,or separate
and ends
Off guard, unforseen
We then bounced back
to the scratch
all too befuddled.
And lived as one, as we'd always been.