A scarecrow full of hay
stood in a field of mice.
He glanced up at the sun
and felt the breeze, so nice.
He thought about the farmer,
why he hated crows.
They were all black and beady,
and greedy he supposed.
So the scarecrow stood his ground,
as the crows all flew above.
He put on his fierce face
the one that had no love.
So the crows they did not land,
they flew off to the side
and the scarecrow felt so sad
but his conscience was his guide.
He really did like birds
so it was such a shame,
that this particular job
was summed up by his name.
Everything you want to be in a name....
I like this still, is the above its meaning?
Shattered Eden
love it lots!