Scarecrow

The fields are constantly
Under attack
The lively crops
Cannot fight back.

It is under siege
The crows and sparrows
Destroy the harvest
With their beaks sharp as arrows.

It is screaming out
For a little salvation
It wants to escape
The foul suffocation.

The scarecrow can relieve
Their pain and suffering
A great bit of assistance
It can surely bring.

The bone shaped skeleton
The scarecrow mannequin
With its constant presence
The crops will surely win.