Benjamin Posted March 31, 2011 Share Posted March 31, 2011 High among the rooftop cables And the red-brick farm-house gables, Blackbirds sing a formidable Welcome to the summer day. Far below them in the kitchen, Farmer's wife is busy switching Hot loaves from the oven; twitching Them on to a cooling tray. When her hands reach for a napkin She peers out across the way, Senses something there astray. By the barn all weather-blackened, Limbs now from his pole unfastened; Scarecrow sits where someone left him, Dressed in rags with pumpkin head. Is the posture slightly different? Nose upturned seeking a new scent? She shrugged--- musing as her back bent Once more to the morning's bread. "Roll on dinner time!" she muttered, Thinking of the chores ahead, And a husband to be fed. Some time later, cogitating While elevenses were waiting; She looked to the barn observing That the 'eerie thing' had gone. "Good, they've got it out and working! Sick of seeing it there shirking. Always felt that it was smirking; Gaping mouth all ragg'd and torn. Like some vagabond intruding, Ruining a summers morn, Skiving-- from the ripened corn!" Farmer-- coming home quite early From the morning's hurley-burley, Found his rotund wife expired, Prone upon the kitchen floor. On her face a ghastly pallor: Eyes fixed in a look of terror, Fingers outstretched as she lay there, Pointing at the kitchen door. "Loaves have gone!" He faintly muttered, In their place though--- plainly saw On the table-- wisps of straw. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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