Scarecrow

Scarecrow, upon death row

Not forgotten, saved by the sparrow

Skin and bone, no feast for the crow

Who pecked out both eyes and devoured meats' marrow.

This feeble structure stands useless in fields

Where I once guarded gardens', of my owners yield

Away from harm he stands erect,

As rigor mortis shield protects,

The bony body from deaths effects

While sparrows' beaks seek to prod and peck.

Two tiny wings take rest in palms

Salvaging the scarecrows arms.

Flying through his fragile frame

He hangs his head of straw in shame.

Again the sparrows came...