by Michael De Micco
My shadow was not silent
My shadow had many names
My shadow had a furry face, and a waggly tail
My shadow enjoyed his dandilion clocks, on our long walks
My shadow always loved on me no matter how I talked
My shadow loved to grapple to get his point across
My shadow always by my side even when I retired.
My shadow was my best friend, and will forever be by my side.