Futility for M lady artulusis

a poem

 

Futility

 

The scarecrow dressed in cast off clothes.

Sticks grimly to his given task

 But does he frighten off the crows,

 that is the question we must ask.

 

When he is new perhaps he will

but crows are wise and realise.

This ragged figure stands stock still

 and will not take them by surprise.

 

He cannot move, inanimate.

Which leaves then free to eat their fill.

 A guardian quite inadequate.

He does not and he never will.

 

Frighten the crows who are too wise

to be afraid of straw stuffed clothes

Though he appears in manly guise

he can’t deter the hungry crows.

 

The scarecrow fails in his attempt.

He never really stood a chance

Crows treat him with amused contempt

and disregard his vigilance.

 

5-Aug-08

 

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