Meet my friends
Herr Scarecrow thin as winter almost elegant with hunger
rueful smile thin as winter wind through a hedge
he must live in the woods never let him in the house we cannot bear his stories
you might have seen him when the rain cleared sitting in the fields counting his stones
believe him lacking flesh to lie with his truth is a famine
Mr Bear Mr Bear has lots of hair and paws with claws and long strong jaws
Mr Bear my friend we lost you when in the park one day I don’t know something happened
we were very small
when you returned we hardly knew you
beware beware the bear is a friend with teeth
he dances I didn’t teach him churning the earth thinking of country matters
in the high fields a swarm of bees writhes in weak sunlight
out of his sight I celebrate my bear hug trees and weep strew my hair with flowers