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"
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