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