© 2023 LJR
There’s a nip to the air
As the leaves turn and fall
When the corn and the pumpkins are ripe
Squirrels cache seeds and nuts
Flocks of geese vee due south
Muskrats scurry to ready their dens
Deer bed down in thickets
Bears settle in snug caves
They all feel the change in the season
Yet someone’s not moving
As if he’s ignoring
All signs of this upcoming shift
Scarecrow stands all alone
Holding firm to his pole
Ready to face whatever may come
He’ll ignore rain and sleet
Brave the cold and the snow
Protecting what is close to his heart
For nestled in his chest
Lies a family home
Our scarecrow has found a new purpose.
