If You Have a Pet Gargoyle

I now live in the country Where I can take my pet gargoyle for a brisk walk Among roosters, foxes, and quail. They pretend indifference. None staring None pointing feathers, claws or paws. Not one screaming or shrieking. Not one crossing the street in a prissy, haughty way Like the stuck-up New Yorkers do when I take him for a Walk down Fifth Avenue. Only one of hundreds of reasons I Prefer living in the country….