The Dancing Shadows

I'm walking. I'll get home soon.

The streets are quiet and filled with darkness.

But luckily moonlight is bright.

I'm looking at my shadow just to be sure about that no one is near to attack on me. I'll be ready then if someone gets too close.

No one did that. No one came close to me.

But still I didn't reach home.

And why?

Because I couldn't have expected that my own shadow would be

the attacker.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice ending to the tale. I wanted to know more. Shadows are dangerous. Especially if they want control. A very good tale.
Coyote