I wrote this a couple of years ago for an anthology so don't expect too much. _

The Wind

The wind is a cloud, Hovering nearby, grinning at his victim, Creating chaos.

Look! There is a traveller, Coming across the road. Watch as the wind drives him back, Back from his territory.

The wind is an enemy, A monster, but a ghost, A phantom. He is divine.

Now, the wind is still, Hanging in the sky. Waiting, watching.

As dusk comes, He is still perched in the high branches of his tree. Still waiting to strike.

That's it. Did you like it? Please review and speak your thoughts to me. I'd be happy to know them.