In the safety of the shade. The shadow seekers plot their way. Thread their course, a careful road. Hiding from the truths they own. In the darkness, where they rest, ruffled feathers in the nest. Afraid to fly Afraid to soar, relying on what shun before. The light that graced, that first sweet day. The light that faded, as they aged. Dulled by structures on the road, built by men, to be sold. In their shadows, now they live, living off the crumbs they give. In the shadows, in the shade. The shadow seekers find a way.