Scarecrow - Wand

I made up a word that turned to flesh

Scaring all the birds back to the nest

The morning’d come and I would smile

And sway my head from side to side

With the wind and rain that traveled past

All the deer that cross, they cross in fear

Will you lay me back?

I want to be right here

The light inside a silver birch

And through the smoke, you catch the sun

A boat is just some wood that wants to burn

Hung up on a pole and full of straw

We are not afraid of you no more

The crows fly down from their nests

To steal the grain you can’t protect

The crows fly down and peck your face

Your eyes and hair and nose and lips