SHADOW

In the morning

I feel fine

I see my shadow

it's a friend of mine.

In the morning when 

my shadow 

is seen,

to me 

it looks

long

and 

lean.

I think

my shadow

is pretty sweet,

because

it is attached

to my feet.

When clouds come

my shadow runs away

then we can

no longer play.
     
     Have you ever played with shadow puppets?  Can you write  a poem today about shadows?  Do have fun.