Stone

I am the statue in the park, I cannot move, I cannot talk, but I can watch.

I watch, in my stone form, as birds come to roost atop my head and shoulders. They huddle against each other to keep warm, or rest for a moment, or have a crap. But I feel no disgust, I feel no exhaustion, and I do not feel the cold.

I am Stone.

I watch, in my stone form, as foxes and badgers and owls come out for the night to hunt, running and flying in pairs or packs as they search for their meat. But I feel no hunger, I feel no dependence.

I am Stone.

I watch, in my stone form, as in the early morning, people come and pass me by. Some look at me, some admire me, some sit on the bench in front of me, and some take pictures with me. But I feel no admiration, I feel no companionship, and I do not feel self-conscious.

I am Stone.

I watch, in my stone form, as late at night more people pass me by. Youngsters in hoodies, head's bent so as not to be seen. People, sitting on the bench in front of me whilst they drown their sorrows. Couples, walking by in the moonlight, hands clasped together, arms wrapped around each other, kisses accepted, and words of love spoken. But I feel no hostility, I feel no intoxication, and I do not feel love.

I am nothing but Stone.

Just something that's been rattling in my head that I needed to get out. Review if you want.