one scary shadow

one scary shadow

of an itty bitty thing

the light cast just so

made it look

menacing—

like the titles of a film noir

the shadow needed a dark street or a wall

 

one scary shadow

nearly scared me to death

until I saw the thing

that made me lose my breath

itty bitty seemed

so frightening, quite real

until I saw the thing

that made me feel

like my heart was in my throat

 

one scary shadow

mixed light with the dark

a wall and a gaze

I looked down, tried to be brave—

and watched itty bitty scurry away

so it didn’t get

stepped on

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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