The sun was setting on the field. Not as green as they had been in the summer, the corn stalks were wilting in the fall sun. The corn was still there. Crows circled overhead promising more among the plants. There was no harvest this year. It was simply left to lie. Good news for the birds, but odd for all those who drove by. The scare crow that once kept all these flying thieves away now lay among the rows. Falling apart. The whole place was falling apart. No one was coming to get what was grown.
