Let Me be Your Lover, Scarecrow...

“Nonono, this would never work out. Don’t you see? Why do you yearn me so?” The Scarecrow explained to the little black bird who constantly followed him with no halt, and seemingly found him irresistible. The Scarecrow leant down on to the wooden picket fence.
The little Raven turned her head and stared with adoration.
“Oh please…don’t torture me so little Raven. I’m a scarecrow and you are well… a bird. My job is to scare you away, not bring you to me. I can’t allow you to hang around in my fields. My master would surely get angered and maybe even through me out. So please understand.”
The Raven bowed down her head in regret, and then stared back up with affection.
“Aww, don’t look at me like that please.” They exchanged stared, the Scarecrow gazing in to the deep dark eyes of the amazing creature. He sighed heavily “Although, you are a cute little bird…” But he quickly shook his head “No no no, I’m sorry. Besides, it would never work out.”
The Raven saddened, hopelessly staring.
“However… it does get quite lonely…being a scarecrow in these fields. Seldom do people visit, and when they do, it’s only pick their crop. Never do they bother bringing me a change of clothes, or perhaps stay for a chat…
The raven nodded understanding and empathy.
“I’m so happy someone agrees with me, you are a clever bird aren’t you?”
The Raven hopped up on to the Scarecrows shoulder, and began to gently adjust the stray strands of hay in his clothes, picking of the grains of dirt and stroking away the dust with her feathers.
“Oh fine…” The Scarecrow sighed and began to walk down the dusty path, “I suppose you can stay for a wile. Maybe we could take a stroll?”