A Scarecrow in a field?
How typically cliché!
Just hanging around
scaring crows all day?!

But this is my life
it is what I become.
adapted to my environment
comfortably numb.

Perched on these poles
like a broken Christ,
no thoughts of my own
to ponder at night.

If I only had a brain
to keep me company!
An imagination to use
to create a fantasy!

I'd calculate equations
while protecting the harvest.
An intellectual of knowledge,
a scholar of the smartest.

A critical thinker,
yes that's what I said!
With scientific theories
dancing in my head!

What...??!!

Do my eyes deceive?
Who is this girl...
approaching me...???

She has a basket in her hand;
skipping on a street
There is a tiny brown dog
following her feet...

Look at her shoes!!..They are sparkly red!
What could she possibly want
from a scarecrow that's brain-dead...?

To Be Continued...