Scarecrow

POETRY

by Vernon Mukumbi

I wore a lean old brown suit,
to match the dry corn fields,
and a short star-studded black tie,
to go with the lonely nights.

I wore a tall green hat,
to endear the shade to my poorly
stitched face and empty eye sockets.

I also wrapped around my neck 
an old silky scarf that flattered
the crows that perched on my shoulders,
too bored to fly.