The grey pigeons pecked the head of the white pigeon,
mercilessly, naturally, relentlessly.
The deaf bat crashed again and again
against colorlessly darkening walls of the cell.
The white one could fly,
but wires blocked the flight.
The white one could fight,
but would it have been right?
The white one stopped feeling
and felt the pecks on the head
which was now turning red.
The white pigeon thot,
and quietly turned grey.
The black bat fought,
but tired of banging into long demolished walls,
mistook heat to be a warm open window,
and flew into the mouth of the dragon.