A Beautiful Scarecrow

You sit on the fence all alone
Day in and out
Lonely is your cup of tea
Bere is your bread

Dressed in meger wear
A broad hat to hide the tears
that falls from button eyes
Cold winds nip at your emptiness

Entrusted to you are the fields
A vast mass of unimportance to you
for the Dawn your Queen
and the dust your King

But alas one little friend you keep
Drenched in silky Black
He comes at the dawn
and seeks refuse in your breast

The little you have is shared
He shares you with his family
To Him you are not the enemy
to him you give him rest

To you he is Friend