Once upon a nighttime, the shadows sang songs,
Whispered secrets beneath the friendly moon.
Do those secrets quench the curious cats?
Or do they travel the world, just a bit shy?
Shall we chase our shadows and listen close?
...
Roads crossed, uncovering bottled-up wishes.
Have the trees set up tea with the night breeze?
Imagine squirrels lost guided only by glowbugs.
Dance, little shadow, to tunes played in reverse.