Shadow

He lurks behind the lamp-post

Circling throughout the day

Around the turn of a book

The musty smell agrees.

Thrill. Pleasure. Comfort.

In the eyes of a tear

When the loved one goes

In the invitation

Of the town's seductress.

Lust. Pain. Jealousy.

He creeps to the mind

Of a wife

Knowing her man

His smell; not his anymore.

Doubt. Drama. Love.

The cry of an eagle,

Yellow specks running

And the mother hen's underbelly

Fear. Wonder. Hunger.

In death, in life, in light, in dark

Dancing to a tune that He alone knows

Like a flame burning a forest

He steps to your moves as well

Watching. Listening. Laughing.