Do you ever wonder if shadows are more than our body's reflection when the sun surrounds us? What if they were matter, had thoughts?
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Shadows walking
all folks balking,
hulking, lurking,
leering, jerking.
Shadows working …
ever hoping.

Matter stalking
living squawking
ling’ring, fading
ne’er amazing.
Shadows tip-toeing,
speak quite cunning.

Creepily steal--
as shadows will--
on all bodies.
Protest hotly …
shadows snotty …
seek form, body.

Shadows trailing
sunshine fading …
thinly, wispy,
part though clingy
slip, ooze, stringy,
in dark … dying.

Shadows whisper
unseen … they blur.