As I walked through the woods,
Carrying baskets of food,
I realised am being followed by someone,
I gasped and gazed finding no one,
Hurrying my way to the picnic spot,
Making sure I have all that I bought,
I saw! I saw the shadow, everyone talked about,
My legs began to freeze and I started to shout,
But who was there to hear my scream,
To come for my rescue from this shadow grim,
I kept running and so did the vicious shadow,
Growing its size as we reached the meadow,
It got gloomy and the shadow got helpless,
I got tired and was almost breathless,
Turning my focus and thinking for a bit,
Under a tree I saw the fire lit,
How could I be scared of my own running shadow,
Feeling miserable, I pulled myself together,
Reaching the fire lit place where all got gather,
It made sense that there is no such thing as shadow grim,
It was just my own shadow disappearing in my dream...
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