I am a stone.
I will not be moved.
I will not be drawn out,
though her lures catch the sun and dazzle my eye.
I will not be taken so soon from this shelter,
from the pleasant cool of my hiding place.
I will sit, and watch, like an owl in the dark,
in the quiet, the silent and the still;
with my heart on a leash, and my mouth sewn shut.
All that will move is my eyes in the night,
waiting and watching,
for I am a stone,
and my patience knows no bounds.

AcB 10.17.00