The Gargoyle crouches,
The Gargoyle springs,
Bathing in silver
swimming in the moonlight.
The elegant sweep
of his stone wings
is a breathtaking
sight for those below.
But none are watching.
He is nearly alone, his
only companion the moon
above his stone head.
The moon, a silver lamp
in the sky; watching, watching.
All go by.
---Maysen
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