This morning when you passed
Me and I followed
You on the sidewalk
Your shadow after you’d passed
Was right there in my way,
So I stepped on your shadow’s
Head. All the way down the sidewalk
I secretly followed,
Skipping discreetly, your shadow’s
Trail, stepping and stepping the whole way.

To hell with rhyming, let’s repetition.

Image: Static Sidewalks by Flickr user Thomas Hawk, published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic (CC BY-NC) license.