hung by the old field the night in his eyes and the road by his side he s trying to show me it was a lightning bolt that set his body on fire scarecrow caught in my mind scarecrow not made for these times clear as a diamond the light reads plain in the back of his eyes we d never know he still dreams of a bird of a terrifying size but this scarecrow caught in my mind scarecrow not made for these times cruel moon trying to weigh him down to soon i m glad to have him with me now death coat pecked bare red collar bled white no black heart there no bark and no bite just this scarecrow caught in my mind scarecrow not made for these time