My old, broken bird bath ..?‍♂️

Leading to my wooden shed there is a grassy garden path with sixteen small stepping stones around an old, broken bird bath..now I do not know how that broke, infact I haven’t got a clue, perhaps it happened on a stormy night when the strong winds blew..

I know that broken bird bath looks a little worse for wear but I have folklore from fantasia living down there..fascinating fairies frolicking in flight, I watch their wonderful, wet wings from the drewdrops with delight..zig-zag zooming and zipping high and low, making silhouettes that sparkle on the grassy ground as they go..casting sensational shadows on the tall oak trees that quivers and shivers amidst a soft blowing breeze..So yes I have fairies at the bottom of my garden path living in the cracks of my old, broken bird bath...