All the birds loved the #scarecrow. It hung there without a care in the world. But it always had time for a nice chat. They sat on its arms and on top of its head, and listened to its stories. The sun dipped below the horizon, and they forgot to take their fill of the corn.

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I felt like I was being watched.

Every time I turned around, I caught a glimpse of tiny golden creatures, hiding beneath the ferns. They were there, but didn't want to reveal themselves.

I shrugged and walked on the forest path, lined with the copper leaves of autumn.

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#thingstowriteabout #vssfantasy #OurPoetryX #InkMine #HaikuChallenge Harvest Colors bloom
Red-tinged Orange turns Saffron
A Vibrant landscape
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"This leaf comes from the oldest oak tree in the forest. It drifted over the battlefield in the Autumn War." He held it up in the firelight. "I found it clutched in the hand of a young standard bearer on the bloody ground."

The children listened to the storyteller, eyes on the prize.

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"Roasting #chestnuts over an open fire. That's one of the simple pleasures of autumn," he said. He kept an eye on the pan over the flames.

The princess watched in fascination. She had always been served them, but had never seen the process of making them. This was different.

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