Whispers on the Bench

In tranquil repose, the statue lies, A sentinel of serenity, with gentle eyes. The bench, a stage, where stories unfold, A testament to moments young and old. The leaves, like golden tears, fall slow, A melancholy beauty, in the fading glow. The cat, a guardian, watches with calm grace, A symbol of companionship, in a busy place. The black metal frame, a sturdy spine, Supports the weight, of memories divine. The white stone fur, a soft, ethereal hue, Invites the touch, and whispers 'pause, anew'. In this quiet scene, we find our peace, A reflection of life, in the statue's release.