Sleeping in fields

[billy]

it started off quite jolly and then gathered into a darker poem.
why does the 3rd stanza rhyme and the others don't ?
all in all an enjoyable read.

The Cider threw me off my feet, good catch on the Cider cap,
talking bats cross coastal downs, i can't work out the meaning of talking bats? 9it's prob just me though
headfirst through the hedgerow, should it be head first?
steeped before an apple sleep. i like the s's and the ee's

The day had woken way before me
filtered fresh behind olive blinds,
haloed by a crushed straw hat,
crusty eyes blink sunlit trees.

Pulling corn stalks I make my stand
and take a scarecrow's offered hand.
The ground turns hard with little trace
of summer ways in a winter place.

As snow takes hold blown into drifts
I see a shape as reality shifts.
A body curled against the cold,
the scarecrow whispers,
it's time, you're old.