By Amïr Khayyam

In Plaza de Armas, Cusco's heart,
A dog lies sleeping, a peaceful part,
Seeking shade from the Andean sun's rays,
His fur a warm brown, his breathing a gentle sway.

Nearby, a chick with a phone in hand,
Scrolls through her screen, in a digital land,
Her eyes fixed on messages, likes and shares,
Oblivious to the beauty that surrounds her there.

The dog, unaware of the world's loud din,
Sleeps on, his dreams of chasing Incas within,
His paws twitching, his tail thumping slow,
As the chick's fingers dance, her phone's screen aglow.

The plaza's vibrant life swirls around,
Tourists snapping photos, vendors' sounds,
But in this tranquil scene, all is calm and bright,
A dog's sweet slumber, a chick's digital delight.

The sun casts shadows, the mountains stand tall,
The dog sleeps on, the chick's phone never falls,
A fleeting moment, a snapshot in time,
A tale of two worlds, in Cusco's sacred rhyme.