I Think He Knows.

I saw that scarecrow and I froze.

Didn’t move, didn’t blink–I just stared.

Wasn’t scared, just confused; I’m no crow.

And I think he knows.

Got sacked by that smile–the suture–

that’s his grin–

I’d bet he really wants to let that go.

And I don’t even know,

exactly what you’re growing out there

But I just know,

I’d better avoid your fields.

I’m no crow–I don’t get it–I don’t.

But that scarecrow.

I think he knows.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s