The Stranger

The Stranger

February 27, 2002

I met my shadow the other day,

In the sunshine of my backyard.

I was going east,

And it was going west.

I exchanged casual greetings,

But the rude fellow,

Said nothing in return.

Personally,

I consider it odd,

To pass someone,

With not even a nod of the head.

I avoided further acknowledgement,

And proceeded along my path.

Alas,

It was but a few minutes more,

That I noticed the shadow

Still,

moving behind me!

This silent foe,

Mimicked my character;

My every movement;

My every turn!

With each step I took,

The villain seemed to move closer!

In fear,

I quickened my pace.

He did likewise!

As I ran faster,

I looked behind,

to see this dark image,

Reach forward

And touch my heels!

It was at that moment,

That I tripped,

And tumbled,

Into a nearby gully.

Upon lifting myself out,

I looked in either direction,

For my foe.

He had disappeared,

As quickly as the clouds,

Were moving overhead.

Copyright 2002, Rendo

This story, was written for Artist Donna Asmuessen, who provided the first line.