~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

I am a gargoyle made of transformed stone
I stand strong with solid flesh and bone
I watch the world passing below by me
I watch how human heart fills with envy
I watch the cows and people on the street
I watch the pigeons flying rhythmically
I bites those who do the wrong
With my sharp-like teeth that carved so strong
I sleep all day long as lifeless and cold
And awoke at night to drive away the spirits