Satin black and angry
This Crow with savage beak
Aggressively, the sideways prancing.
Cawing loudly, black eyes dancing.
Savagely this carrion eater
Abounds on clawed feet.

Witness as the Scarecrow cometh
Glaring all the while
Fearlessly, the ruffled feathers,
Angrily, the prancing leathers,
Fury that this Scarecrow
Challenges his guile.

Scarecrow in a wheatfield
Innocent of blame
Puffing out the straw filled chest,
Sewn on smile, his very best.
There to keep the birds at bay,
Innocence into the fray.

Launching out on raven wings
Attacking in his rage.
Savagely, now torn asunder
Stippled wheat straw cascades under,
Last to fall, that fabric smile,
Fluttering from the page.

Farmer strides to battle station
Retribution needed fast....
Crow astride the Scarecrow, torn,
Turns to challenge farmer scorn,
Hesitates... a might too late....
To hear the Shotgun Blast!

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
2 February 2025