WHOSE

That Boreas denies this wind is no surprise
Zephyr says it is never one of hers
Since she has been dead since Great Leo
Pleaded for the life of Rome.
Notus, busy with his thesis,
Does scratch work on weekends
Making small breezes only the mice notice.
As ever, unlucky Eurus speaks no word,
But shakes his head furiously
The brushwork reminds me of Pazuzu's
But looks more delicate than he could manage
If the wind is your work send proof and I
Will bring it to you, riding my eight-legged horse.