In the midst of amber oscillation
The custodian stands forlorn
His eerie but sole existence
Preserves the temptatious corn

Ornate in yesterdays fashion
That begs a certain pride
Though void of all emotion
Stands tall and dignified

His kingdom spans the horizon
Picturesque and so serene
A patchwork of ripening fields
Rustic meadows and pastures green

As pangs of hunger loiter
The feathered take their chance
Till the impish winds a bluster
Animate the bird man to dance

No soul to renounce to heaven
No heartbeat for love to scan
Yet the silken glow of midnight moon
Casts the shadow of a man