The Scarecrow Poem by Toshie Nohara

The Scarecrow



From the north
cold wind blowing
Up the crooked tree
an owl hooting
In the sky
a half moon shining
In the farm
the tattered scarecrow worrying
about
his own tomorrow.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fear
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