A tilled and freshly sown field,
A scarecrow sadly hanging his head,
When suddenly he grows big-bellied with a breeze,
Secretly winking at the crows
To set them all aflutter
And grant a chance to every little seed.
© jsmorgane
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A tilled and freshly sown field,
A scarecrow sadly hanging his head,
When suddenly he grows big-bellied with a breeze,
Secretly winking at the crows
To set them all aflutter
And grant a chance to every little seed.
© jsmorgane