By day, we live in the world of light,

In which nobody thinks odd the sight,

Of shadows, following us everywhere,

Listening to everything we say and hear.

By night, when we’re all asleep,

Out of our beds, the shadows creep.

Sometimes they go to our dreams,

Delighting in the terrified screams.

But if they don’t stick around,

Many places, they can be found.

In the garden, in the park,

Having many a merry lark.

When morning comes, back they go,

Into our beds, and it is so,

That when we awake, they are there,

Sometimes to comfort, sometimes to scare.

Yes, shadows can be our friends,

But we should never even try to pretend,

That they aren’t real,

Or that the darkness can’t feel.

For shadows are so much more than they seem,

And with secrets, do they teem.

So next time you see your shadow, beware,

For you never know what is lurking there.