The Scarecrow

The scarecrow still wore a locket From a time when words still came out When promises were made She stood perfectly still Still straw Stuffed with lost prizes and time Scaring off the crows and men in her mind She felt the wind whip through that nothing at all All her nothing at all She felt the wind whip through that nothing at all All her nothing at all She named the eagles Named the eagles up high In her world there was calm An overlooked place she'd been protecting No longer remembering why Her stillness could startle Folks just as hollow or more Afraid they'd end up the same So still She felt the wind whip through that nothing at all All her nothing at all She felt the wind whip through that nothing at all All her nothing at all And there was Nothing much worth keeping No one left to fool or blame She still named the eagles up high