The Sad Scarecrow

Inspired by Pink Floyd - Scarecrow

The scarecrow stands all alone
In the waving field of wheat
You say he doesn’t care
And resigned to his fate

He stands tall and brave
Keeping birds away
From your hard labor
And food for your home 

But late at night
When the animals are all asleep
Tears roll down his 
Patched-up face sadly

You want him to look fierce
And crazy and wild
To scare all the birds
Gone and away

But his heart is breaking
For he desires a friend
To keep him company
During the lonely, sad nights

Then all of a sudden
A friendly voice whispered
From the top of his head
Don’t cry, Scarecrow

I’m the patched-up bird
sown on your hat
To keep you company
When darkness descends

Namaste