I spotted a shadow
all alone to my eyes,
dancing in the suburb street.
The shadow’s ears and tail flicked toward me and, startled, I hurried home,
but when I got there the shadow hadn’t moved from the asphalt dance floor.
I didn’t go back and ask what the shadow was waltzing for,
I went to bed instead,
my eyelids wouldn’t stay closed
and my lips kept whispering to my ears,
“Do you bet the street lamp
had sight to light up the act,
and you chose to believe in ghosts
instead of dancing black cats?”
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