HE LIVES IN THE CORN FIELD
He’s coming back, each year during the Fall he awakens,
Travels here from some place far away, a demon is he.
Wings spread wide from side to side, feet and hands like claws,
A face of fear, eyes wide open and bright red, teeth ready to eat.
He wears a disguise of black coat and a hat that covers his face,
Silent through the night, he lives in the corn field, he waits.
Watches in silence, those bright red eyes moving from side to side,
Tonight there are two who wander through the corn field for home,
They see a scarecrow, curious as they approach this strange sight.
Horror on their faces, through their hearts and minds fear races,
His hat is raised and his face shown to them, hands and feet exposed.
Try to run do these two, he swoops upon them flying high into the night,
Wings spread wide, with his prey disappears, back by mornings light.