Watching,

The apartment across the street.

A new,

Moving statue

Has appeared.

It creeps closer,

And closer to the edge.

The statue stops,

At the edge with the other statues.

Frozen in time.

What a beautiful statue.

Suddenly.

The statue leans forward,

And plumits towards the ground.

Nothing is left,

But a broken statue of a broken person.

Up on the rooftop,

Where the beautiful statue once stood.

Appears a new statue,

Of a beautiful angel,

With the same face as the last statue to stand there.

Perched on the edge,

Protecting those who get too close.