Scarecrow

Who says I'm mere an effigy and elf,

having no power of myself?

Just watch, I neither botch nor cower

none I care and dare work on my power.

I wear hat on head and that’s my art

Also, regularly change my shirt.  

My legs are bare, no shoes I wear

But, let me put it right, legs remain out of sight.    

But don’t worry I remain on guard and wary

day and night, I scare away birds despite.     

I dress and drive on my Landlord

You must trust, I’m smart  

and true to my word.

I’m an scarecrow, employed pure  

 on regular payroll for sure.   

Neither the land, nor the crop at hand,  

not belong to me though, that I know.    

The scarecrow is a lame loner,

shoo birds with brawn, powered by owner.

New ploy, the Proprietor apply  

and change the cloths as time goes by.

The owner defray little dime

and replace whole ensemble in time.

I look real in black hat and beard,

and the birds flee scared. 

Birds flee in fear, in vain,

though power isn’t our, only feign.   

Birds are fool, gullible and fearful,

thus owners’ barn is always full.

Scarecrows are pawn, toil dusk to dawn

Fair and foul weather, Scarecrow don’t dither

All he withstand and staunchly stand guard.

Mighty Landlord! Hold string fast and hard.