The scarecrow
balances a moon
upon a red mittened hand
a mouse
looks out
of his left eye
the scarecrow
shivers
with the change of weather
I see he still wears
my old coat
it suits him better
in the inside pocket
an old Metro ticket
an unfinished poem
the words indecipherable now
looking like a scarecrow
wrote them
in my dreams
the scarecrow takes the train
finishes the poem
his ending
better than
mind
I toss the moon
from one red mittened hand
to the other
a mouse looks out
my left eye
I wonder how the scarecrow's doing?
I shiver
with delight
it's gonna be a long night
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
The scarecrow
balances a moon
upon a red mittened hand
a mouse
looks out
of his left eye
the scarecrow
shivers
with the change of weather
I see he still wears
my old coat
it suits him better
in the inside pocket
an old Metro ticket
an unfinished poem
the words indecipherable now
looking like a scarecrow
wrote them
in my dreams
the scarecrow takes the train
finishes the poem
his ending
better than
mind
I toss the moon
from one red mittened hand
to the other
a mouse looks out
my left eye
I wonder how the scarecrow's doing?
I shiver
with delight
it's gonna be a long night
