He sat, fixed upon the pointed roof
staring out into the darkness;
his eyes intensely drawn in all directions,
his feet grasping tightly, keeping balance.
His stone demeanor, unmoving
as noises clicked softly and rhythmically
from his throat.
His talons scrape against the roof
as his dark wings quickly unfold
and take him to the ground.
His face gnarled and grotesque
before the intruder;
his large wings menacing
as they encase the surroundings,
frightening the unwelcomed
to flee and never return.
The wings whip the air as
he is taken back to his spot
upon the roof to keep a still watch,
to be the guardian, the protector.
Written by K, Copyright 2015
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