certain something

five to seven lonely days, considering the temperament of soul
and where it comes from and what makes it bend.
the days held firm together.
it was raining and the clouds were darker than I had ever seen before.
for five to seven days this
went on.
the rain only stopped a few times during the night.
long enough to dry for the next day's rain.
and it was perfect that way.
no one goes out to visit others in the rain.
it's just not done.
so there I was in solitude, regarding the soul and what it was all about.
and if there is such a thing as a soul, then all things alive must have one.
I've seen the spark in an animal's eyes when it looks at you.
I've seen the wonderment when it tries to figure out whether you're going to kill it or let it be.
I always let it be.
and when I do, I can see that je ne sais quoi that stirs within them.
a certain look that says, "thank you."
try not killing and it will happen to you too.
I wondered if this is the same look that humans give other humans when they are not killed and could be.
could we eradicate murder with a glance?
but as for the soul:
  all things have one.
  if there is a look in their eyes, their soul is somewhere beneath that, staring out.
just look.