The Vultures and the Pigeons By Jean de La Fontaine’s Fables

Jean de La Fontaine Fables - Book 7 - Fable 7Mars once made havoc in the air:
Some cause aroused a quarrel there
Among the birds; not those that sing,
The courtiers of the merry Spring,
And by their talk, in leafy bowers,
Of loves they feel, enkindle ours;
Nor those which Cupid’s mother yokes
To whirl on high her golden spokes;
But naughty hawk and vulture folks,
Of hooked beak and talons keen.
The carcass of a dog, it’s said,
Had to this civil carnage led.
Blood rained on the swarded green,
And valiant deeds were done, I hope.
But time and breath would surely fail
To give the fight in full detail;
Suffice to say, that chiefs were slain,
And heroes strowed the sanguine plain,
Till old Prometheus, in his chains,
Began to hope an end of pains.
It was sport to see the battle rage,
And valiant hawk with hawk engage;
It was pitiful to see them fall,
Torn, bleeding, weltering, gasping, all.
Force, courage, cunning, all were plied;
Intrepid troops on either side
No effort spared to populate
The dusky realms of hungry Fate.
This woful strife awoke compassion
Within another feathered nation,
Of iris neck and tender heart.
They tried their hand at mediation
To reconcile the foes, or part.
The pigeon people duly chose
Ambassadors, who worked so well
As soon the murderous rage to quell,
And stanch the source of countless woes.
A truce took place, and peace ensued.
Alas! the people dearly paid
Who such pacification made!
Those cursed hawks at once pursued
The harmless pigeons, slew and ate,
Till towns and fields were desolate.
Small prudence had the friends of peace
To pacify such foes as these!
The safety of the rest requires
The bad should flesh each other’s spears:
Whoever peace with them desires
Had better set them by the ears.

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