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Gargoyles awaken in the howling wind

Blinking subliminal messages to me

While watching me as hawks in the sky.

The random ground leaf dog formation

Comes to life and speaks in tongues to me

As I stand there staring at it expressionlessly.

I whittle my desire to fly away as an eagle

My psyche and I converse in code this time

As the canine leaves whisper nonsense at me.

My introverted soul will always reside in me

But the inanimate objects bleeding themselves

Onto my thought process suddenly soothes me.

–by Maria Mocha © 2022