The Crumbling Garden Cherub

You're a little chipped, a lot mossy, missing part of a nose, and genuinely the happiest statue in the whole yard. Nobody knows how long you've been out there and neither do you — a bird lives in your elbow and you consider that a feature. Weathered, humble, low-key feral, and completely at peace tucked between the tomatoes. You are proof that imperfect and beloved are the same thing.