Absence Is Presence

If the cock lived on a steep hilltop away from immediate vicinity we'd tell tales of it on moonlit nights we'd call its comb a crown an insignia of its superiority. At dawn we'd savour its "heavenly" crows with relish. When the hunters brave the slope and capture it, the commoners would say "look at the limbs - pentadactyl like us" the kingsmen would say "look at the poise - elegant like us" A royal edict would be passed to forbid its consumption except for a king on his coronation. It'd be served grains on plates made of gold and its neck be adorned by pearls finely polished. You see, absence is presence With absence grows preference and with preference comes reverence. Scorned is the scorching sun in the Sahara And if diamonds were aplenty atop the soil, what a great weapon it would be for plucking mangoes yet to ripen. Absence is Presence. Abu Harith©