Animus
- Animus
Watch the way the wind will ravel
Random oddments on the ground,
How it jostles leaf and paper
Stirring stillness into sound,
Never merely one direction.
There appears to be a hand
with a preference for the circle
and a penchant to demand.
“Such behavior from good subjects!”
“Why should we quit our beds and strive?”
“For your daily viewing pleasure,
Many dead things seem alive.”