I see you standing guard at the front of the house. All day every day.
Through rain, snow and blazing sun you stand strong.
Valient in white, firbished in sprialing gold, holding your red banner high when you have inportant news to deliver.
Waiting in earnest for the carrier to come and relive you of your galient mission.
Only to give you another. This time you stand down. And wait patiently.
Patiently until the house's Master relieves you and safely brings the notes of importance inside.
There you wait and stand gaurd yet again.
Through the night and day until you are needed once more.
An ever reliable sentryal.
You're a much more vital than I am. I am but a lowly lawn decoration.
Standing guard in a bed of dirt and slowly wilting flowers.
I smile none the less. Day to day. Enjoying my view of you from afar.
Maybe one day the Mistress will see it fit to move me to the flower bed at your feet.
Maybe there I will confess. Confess to you how much I've regarded you.
How much I envy you. How much I love you.
But what if I get turned away?
There will be no moving from my spot. I will be charged to guard the flowers you stand high over.
Will we fall into a lonely silence?
I pray as a dandiloin's sprouts blow by, spinning my colorful wheel that one day, I can stand by your side.
Whether in unbarible silence or complete bliss.
I wait for that day.
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