Confessions of a Scarecrow

All I can do is hang here. I don't know how long its been anymore. For awhile I tried to keep track of the number of sunrises and sunsets. I even had a birthday. Nobody came though so shortly after I stopped caring and stopped counting. This is just life for me. Counting the days only made me anxious, as if something would change. I was hanging here yesterday and I'll be here tomorrow too. Dressed in rags and standing in the center of a field.

Its not all terrible though. I often sit in the early morning hours entranced in wonder over what sort of day we'll be having. If the sun is bright and the animals are scurrying about then I have entertainment. But if the sky just gets a brighter gray and the rain starts early I soak in my despair alone. At times nice days can be a little depressing too because while I can see all the animals, they wont come near me. I always dream of how great it would be to uproot myself and hop around with them. I've tried too, you have no idea how long I've tried.

I'm really a nice guy, I'm sure I could make lots of animal friends. But its something that I can't quite put my finger on. Its like I send out some sort of "Don't get too close" vibe that I cant tell I'm sending and everyone can feel but me. I'm always smiling, I don't know what's not to like. The worst are the birds. They torture me by coming in close and never stopping to land on me. I haven't been touched by anything in over a month, I'm beginning to get delusional.

Maybe I'm a ghost. I don't interact with the world and it goes on ignorant of me. But if I were a ghost I'd be able to move about freely and see more of this world. I'm stuck here with this same field sunrise through sunset. If you ever happen to see someone living as a scarecrow you should stop and have a little visit with him, you'll make his month at the very least. And give them a hug so they know that they still exist.