Haunted or Wanted?

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,

but

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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