5 January, 2020
Clad in
worn-out
Shabby coat
Crowned the head
With an old broken pot
With a funny look
On the face
makes passers-by laugh
frightens the wild-birds in the yard
Chasing them away to the wild.
Stood in the field
all alone for long
With no shelter to shield
from rain and sun
no need to feed
only to serve the need.
How its name is originated
One would tend to say
from hearsay
it scares the crow
thus it becomes the Scarecrow.
- Ajith Karunarathna