Farm Doll Feelings

I can smell rotting apples.

The buzz from the bees.

The wind chiming through the trees,

giving me a heavenly breeze.

Calm at day, chaos by night.

I struggle to stay put, for your sight.

I do my job, I scare the birds.

I scare the the scrows.

 

Author's Note

who is the farm doll, what is he feeling?