Shadow Puppets Poem by David Taylor

Shadow Puppets



Christopher Robin and Pooh sat on the floor with rays of light
streaking through the window flashing on speckles of dust in the air
before landing on the wall in front of them.

Christopher Robin was showing Pooh how to make shadow puppets on the wall,
first a rabbit and then a duck.

Pooh was watching carefully and had a warm, sunny feeling inside
as Christopher Robin demonstrated how the shadows could
move and change shape.

Pooh looked out of the window at the sunlit forest and the shady
place under the spreading oak tree.

'Wouldn't it be a funny thing' said Pooh 'if someone could make
shadow puppets that had colours like that oak tree.'

'They would need a very big hand and lots of fingers Pooh'
said Christopher Robin.

'I guess they would Christopher Robin,
and they couldn't do it without the sunshine;
unless they were the sunshine' said Pooh.

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