He had just a couple of days,
To hop and skip and see the world,
With tiny wings he flew around,
Till he was sure he'd seen it all.
He wasn't sure, but thought he had,
Someone follow him close by,
Keeping up with his each step,
Silently, all day by.
Tried he did to peer and see,
Who it was that followed him,
Friend or foe he did not know,
Or was it just a flutterby?
Tired at last he called a halt,
Deciding to rest his tiny wings,
And when he perched up on the wall,
He met his shadow, his phantom friend!
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