Morgan Michaels

The Cd- A Modern Scarecrow - Poem by Morgan Michaels

Michelline Raval, your CD
twirled in the wind
is finally getting some spin
blowing hundreds away-

Hundreds of pigeons, that is,
and while the winds rampage
I dub you scarecrow non-pareil
of the modern age,

Reliant on sleight:
sun, shadow, a bit of string fixed to a branch
for crossbar- to frighten off birds of appetite
(those not-so-innocent despoilers

of sprouts and seedlings,
and foilers of our husbandry)
from the porch-pot
acres of our tilling.

The hay-stuffed vests
traditionally worn
by scarecrows everywhere who dress,
you roundly scorn;

To rout the birds
(who'd see the terrace bare
by summer's end, with no regret)
preferring, to the likeness of a man,

these coins of cast light
like a carousal of drunken ghosts.
coursing 'round the room. So new-
someday, I mean to patent you.

Michelline Raval, girl, well done.
After all these years, of use at last-
You I'd recommend to anyone with
a pigeon problem.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013

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