I stand my ground, both day and night,
Within this field of grain.
My job, to scare the birds away;
With little thanks and zero pay;
In sunshine and in rain.
Most people pass and pay no mind;
A few will cast a glance.
And fewer still may point and smile,
Amused by my sartorial style
Or by my stolid stance.
Yet, I can have great fun sometimes,
For I can dance, you know.
The breeze will come and take my hand;
I’ll cut a rug right where I stand,
And put on quite a show.
But then, when harvest time is here,
I know I face the sack!
The farmer will toss me aside,
Or maybe send me on that ride
From which there’s no way back!
I’ll put in a word with the farmer for a haystack ride instead!
Ha-ha! Yes, that would be OK! Thanks for the read and the comment!
Really put a smile on my face Bravo!!!!
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed the read!