The Scary Scarecrow

by Oliver Bird   Feb 13, 2007


I'm all alone
To witness dawn
The break of day
Is far away
The night is coming
To bring me nothing
But solitude and shivering bones
No sound, no wind, no silent moans
No broken gates, no ringing phones
Just all alone
With shivering bones
I settle down to take it on
The door is locked
My light is on
My eyes feel heavy
My breath calms down
But then I hear a frightful sound
My eyes burst open
My heart is pounding
I hold my breath to keep the sound in
A close to silent tapping I hear
That digs me in my inner ear
Echoing through my room from the window
All I envisage a Scary scarecrow
Behind my curtains I se a shadow
Of long thin fingers often seen on a straw man
And all he wants is to tighten his hands
Around my neck and strangle me
I jump from my rest
My legs they fail
They weren't prepared for my sorry weight
My balance has gone
Down the floor on a skate
I fall and fall
Strange things I recall
All the times I lied
All the tears I cried
But for one last moment I feel so alive
But as I land a SNAP
And I have died

A storm fit with rage
Was tearing away
That day that I died
The wind outside
Had come from afar
And travelled along
The rooftops of tare
And under the bridges
And through the woods
It swept across plains
Destroying what stood
Made waves in the water
Disrupted the ground
And soon it made way
To my home town
Quite near to my house
It spotted a tree
And thought to its self
What wonderful leaves
I'd like to se them spin round in the air
Not giving a thought to my terrible scare
The leaves in the wind
Were quite a sight
Spinning around with all the winds might
But the wind in the tree
Affected the branch
And set of the tapping
That woke me from napping
It was nothing more
Than the branches tap
That led to my fright
And my terrible SNAP
Even though I saw the shadow
Outside my bedroom window
There was no scary scarecrow

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  • 17 years ago

    by moi_2_sexy

    This poem was long ass hell but i read it.i liked it though keep doing what u do ur good at it.

  • 17 years ago

    by I Miss Him

    You must have a lot going on in your mind!!!
    it was very good and i give you 4/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Puddin Luv

    Love it!!

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