My shadow is nothing like me.
It creeps at dawn,
it sobs at midnight,
it hauls a cat throughout the day,
and glides when the sun falls.
This evil little shadow is so appalling.
It is so naughty and wicked and dreadful
that she can’t say a word,
and so she can only listen.
And my shadow does not like what she hears.
Other shadows say that she is absolutely
unpleasant, dire, terrible, inferior, horrific,
but at the end of the day,
my shadow is just me.
By Emily, 3rd grade
Photo by julio.garciah via Flickr