The Sneaky Shadow

My shadow’s sneaky, yes indeed,
It follows me with silent speed.
In morning sun, it walks behind,
At noon, it shrinks but still I find

It copies me in every way,
A mimic in a shadowplay.
When I wave, it waves right back,
When I jump, it attacks!

But as the sun begins to set,
My shadow pulls a silhouette.
It stretches long, grows oh so tall,
A giant’s shape upon the wall!

At night, I think I’m shadow-free,
But then the moon plays tricks on me.
A faint dark figure by my side,
My faithful shadow still my guide.

So if you see me talking low,
Or dancing with my shadow-bro,
Don’t worry, I’m not going mad,
It’s just the best friend I’ve ever had!