My mother came from a very rural English community and the family were old catholic. That gave a mix of religion and animism that she passed on to me I suppose. Everything living or inanimate had meaning of some kind. Here's one I wrote for the kids with a banjo accompaniment. She called reflections Jack o' Dandies.

The Jack O' Dandy

The spoon was in reflective mood
Newly washed from scooping food
When he let loose a sudden beam
Perhaps to let off excess steam

A shiny orb traversed the room
A second sun, a captive moon
It danced on Frank and Aunty Mable's
Much prized occasional table

It leapt from Father's comfy chair
To Rover's unhygienic lair
But then grew week as afternoon
Welcomed evening much too soon

As Jack resigned himself
To dying on a dusty shelf
The setting sun had one last go
To stage a most spectacular show

From watches and cups, from knives and forks
A Host of Dandies went for walks
Or pranced drunkenly before
The mirror on the chest of drawers

The jealous moon had seen enough
And rose in something of a huff
She knew in truth she was herself
A dull reflection of something else