In Spite of so much stillness
The immobile and tense gaze of the gargoyle
Seemed to devour
The silence and the calm
The wind whispered words like a murmur
Everything was too calm
Like a prelude to chaos
The wind began to fidget and became intense
Whimpers of wind started growing
Louder from behind the door,
Just where the gaze of the gargoyle
Was pointing, desperately
The gargoyle´s gaze was expectant
Whimpers hit the door,
Pushing to leave
The gargoyle´s gaze was immobile and tense