Scarecrow by Night

by flammeusgladius

Scarecrow by Night

 

 

When the sun’s high, he’s just a lot of stuffing.
If crows can sneer, he wins the sneers of crows.
But the sun’s sinking now, and off he’s sloughing
the padded harmlessness the real world knows.
Under the moon, you’ll learn too soon, he grows
and manages to move when no one sees.
Shadows? Oh, he has more than one of those.
They’re all cast by brand new realities.
In fingers strong as roots, he holds the keys.
Dark eyes say that he won’t respect the locks
interposed by your staid philosophies.
Are you prepared for existential shocks?
Think you’ll be rescued by the rising sun?
Count seconds as they pass, then, one by one.

 

 

–Tom Riley