My Little Shadow
Bright yellow eyes stare at me from a corner.
They wait
and then they rush off leaving a smoke gray trail.
Another corner to peer around.
Is it a game you want?
Watching,
back arching,
tail held high,
and the Shadow is off again.
Waiting around another post, wall, or door
For me to resume play.
They wait
and then they rush off leaving a smoke gray trail.
Another corner to peer around.
Is it a game you want?
Watching,
back arching,
tail held high,
and the Shadow is off again.
Waiting around another post, wall, or door
For me to resume play.
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