That which we treasure the most ...
You wouldn't notice at first ...
the cold war that silently brew ...
The abandoned courtyard revealing nothing ..
Just a few stray doves & that broken old statue .
The doves usually sedentary ... flocked together in a herd ...
The object of their attention .. that old statue with a sparse beard
His voice the sweetest ... closest to cannon fire
A Deep silence arose ... as the statue begins to speak
Why me , you feathery fiends . the poor victim of your atrocities !!??
Pray tell me .. what pleasure from this torture do you seek !!??
A wise old Dove , apparently the group leader ...
prostrated beforre the statue ... voicing his doubts loud & clear ...
'Pray !!Oh! Ancient one!! What is it that you complain of ?
We both have been here for centuries .. Pray !! Let us hear !! ...
'I am the statue of the mighty Alexander ...
Half the world beneath my glorious knees
The youngest commander of the mightiest empire ..
annd yet your feathery friends s**t on me as they please !!
The Dove ..sagacious as ever .. swore a profuse apology ..
' Oh Ancient One !! From this day to the end of time ...
No bird shall disturb thy slumber . No bird shall s**t on thee !!
The Birds all gone .. silence arising in their wake
the statue happy in the abandoned courtyard ..
No more disturbances !! Peace , for heaven's sake!!!!!
The days went by ..but the peace never came ..
The statue wondered why .. now that there were no feathery souls
All these centuries ... he was angry at their intrusion ..
those gossips from the far away lands ... those birdlings born on his breaches ...
That familiarity the birds felt .. their hatchlings left safe on his hairlocks ...
The mighty statue realized ... he missed those annoying creatures
All alone stood the statue ..no soul in sight for miles
and his despair grew sadly ... the hills echoing with his cries ....
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