My Poetry about My Shadow
By Bella Wright 🔊
My Shadow stays close to me, so close to my feet.
It doesn't chase the birds that go ‘tweet tweet’.
When I chase the birds it dances next to me.
My shadow dances and prances but when the birds go to sea, it doesn't start dancing it starts to copy me.
“Stop it” I would say then it starts to go away.
I didn't mean to scare it but I will soon repair it.
Once the sun comes back on a nice summers day.