Mia Pratt Poet Narrative

Little Shadow

First thing in the morning when she gets up
he would get up from bed too
whenever she opened her mouth to yawn
he would also follow suit

He would follow her into every room in the house
like a cheerful newborn puppy 
attached to the bosom of his mother
When she walks into the bathroom
he sneaks up behind her 
she can't go in there 
without a spectator present
or waiting patiently by the door

When she maneuvers into the living room
to switch on the television to Miami Vice
she can't even take a nap
and sip a Switcha in solitude 
all because he always plants
his miniature body upon her lap
with his endless snuggling and affection
like lime juice sprinkled on conch salad

Despite his irking habit
she would often brag to her friends
about her appreciation
of her little shadow and little stalker
who  always follow her everywhere she goes

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