Wigged Out

They are among the most disturbing sights I've encountered on the street, appearing sometimes alive or recently alive, at least, like a small decaying rodent. But they only move when the wind blows. They are tufts of human or synthetic hair that have for some reason been deposited on the city's sidewalks and streets. They're presence matches or exceeds the disgarded single-shoe phenomenon, which has mystified great thinkers since the dawn of civilization.