Me And My Shadow Poem by Ima Ryma

I'm walking down a quiet street.
The sun is setting in the west.
My shadow stretches from my feet
Far down the walk as though in quest
Of getting to the car before
Me, as though we are in a race
The sun dared when we left the store.
Though behind, I keep up the pace.
I see ahead a dog run toward
Me, and no human is around.
A dragging leash can't be ignored.
The eager pup at me does bound.

The shadow of the pooch does pee
On my shadow, the pooch on me.