Clue Of A Scarecrow - Mechanical Poet

November freeze

Invaded the air

Scratchy invisible breeze

Prickles my shoulders and knees

Trapping warmth everywhere

The spine cracked again

A straw hat has slipped off my noodle but who the hell cares…

…For my pain

When even the sparrows disdain…

…The bug-bears

Ten years have passed

Since I was created

With tatters of mouldy bast

Pulled on rotten chips of a mast

In a garden located

A sack full of dust

A Yule-log disfeatured with fire

Two cans and a besom enlaced by the wire

Corroded by venomous rust

With a rag for attire

The coveys of migrants pass out of sight

All gnawers are sleeping

The lowering clouds devour the light

In the soul of the lonely fright

Leaving me deep in the night

Along with my weeping

Friendless and reflective

Monstrous and defective

Broken and depressed

Just a sickening cross between warder and jest

That’s who I am!

Humbled and dejected

By the winterly thinking affected

Bare and amusing

Afflicted and musing inmate

Dreaming to die in a grate