Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

She is the perfect shadow
In her Sunday best,
standing on Waterloo station
She has until sunset to find her match
To join the living the rushing crowd,
few notice the still shadow
Fewer still would give a toss
about the disembodied shadow
Who has time to wonder
Not even a shadow can breathe easy
Sunset is moments away…

© Anita Dawes 2021