The Man and His Shadow

He whistled as he coasted down The lonely road The passing wind tugged at the tail of his docile cloth "You see that, Shadow?" He said "They are jealous of our company" The shadow grinned and patted him "I'm with you" He flipped his fingers To the accompaniment Of the rhythmic sound of his steps As he surged forward The travelling birds Chirped above in the sky "You heard that, Shadow?" He said "They don't like our company" The shadow grinned and patted him "We're together" He hummed to appease the fear That stood with the night in the offing "Shadow," he said "don't panic. He'd grant us a pass" "Man," voiced the Shadow "It's getting dark, I've got to leave you"