silence of dusk upon grass
muted picking blackbirds
looking for seeds or insects
one lucky to catch earthworm
everybody look, waiting for turn
see me, scarecrow by window
keep doing what they came to do
i'm enjoying watching their heads
bobbing, bobbing unheard melody
they probably wondering who am i
fading picture in their little mind
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