by Lauren Smith, staff writer
There is a little dark thing that follows me around,
But sometimes I forget he’s there because he doesn’t make a sound.
Sometimes he’s ten times taller than me when the sun is low
But when there’s not much light at all he doesn’t even show!
Sometimes he leads me to where I’m going, sometimes he trails behind.
We get there and we act the same- we’re both either mean or kind.
My shadow is my very best friend, I’ll always count on him.
He cheers me up by mirroring me when I’m feeling grim.
I tell him he’s a copycat, he’s silent in reply.
I guess he’s trying to stop a fight. He’s a pretty good guy.
My shadow is my buddy, my shadow is my friend.
But I’m afraid my shadow’s out to bug me ‘till the end.
