Her rooftops and alleys gleamed
in refracted lights of white fire breathing in deceptive winds of tranquillity
as they blanket
the city in silence.
The sun, chased and teased by passing clouds,
dimming and warming
cheeks in their wake.
get down from here soon,
it won’t be long until someone
spots my intruding figure,
outlined
and
alien
in the light of the travelling sun
someone will spot
the slightness of shoulders,
timid pose amidst rows
of immortalized brothers and sisters
gargantuan muscles hewn into rough stone,
wings forever folded,
frozen in silent prayer
Their clawed tips bound
to their rooftops’ edge,
large haunches coiled ready to launch
in defence should the city ever be in danger,
or so they say.