Every day the same conversation

Every day the same conversation

The scarecrow

Always attentive

Has never said much

But was good at pulling faces

The crow however

Was animated

Cawing and crackling

Fit to burst

Broke off from time to time

To quench his thirst

He liked cream soda

Rummaged a while

In the rubbish

Until he found a bottle

With a little in the bottom

He had a neat way

Of turning it over

And catching the last drops

He had a cousin

Who could peel the top

Off a beer can

He was a Magpie

Gave his wife the eye

Not one to be trusted

With a secret

But the ground walkers

Gave him respect

Touched a forelock

When they passed by

They did it for luck

He wasn’t as scary

Crow guessed

Not black enough

To hide in shadow

They tended not

To use a shotgun

To frighten him off

What have I ever done

He said to scarecrow

If I get together with my friends

They yell out murder

And shoot us down

Then send you in

Waving and swishing

In the wind

Too slow to catch me

Sitting high up

In the beechwood tree

Four hundred years

It has been standing

Some of the walkers

Have caught my friends

And left them hanging

What did we ever do

To deserve

To die

Is it because we can fly

And they can’t

No matter how hard they

Might try.