There’s a scarecrow outside my window,

It’s always bobbing from side to side in the wind,

A bit scary in winter, when its bones are exposed,

And truly terrifying in the long nights, when shadows join it in its dance ‘n’ play,

Never the less, it does what a scarecrow is meant to do:

Keeping nightmares, predators, opportunists and thieves in the night at bay,

And occasionally taps on my window, to let me know that it’s there,

Providing this man-made-child a reassuring, restful, night’s sleep,

In spring, my scarecrow sprouts leaves which he uses to sing a rustling, bustling hymn…

To keep us company through the summer days in celebration of its return to flesh!

My Daddy says he’s a grumpy ol’ sod for messing up his shiney new car with his poop, oily bits and what-not,

Though I love him all the same, ’cause he’s the only scarecrow I got,

And if you look around outside, you’ll see that I’m not the only kid who does!!! 🙂