Shadows linger and playfully sway along the sidewalks,
I stare at them while eating my peach.
What a specific fruit to be eating,
And what a specific day to be clearing,
My mind with the company of shadows.
Peaches are tasty I must say,
But the horror that is looming and oozing about
Is rather something ominous without a shred of doubt.
The shadows are there, and I feel them close,
I consume my peach rather swiftly,
I detect the anomalies within the air
And all of a sudden, my peach falls, descending quickly
Right down towards the ground.
It’s a shame I have to admit
That my peach is gone and will never exist,
It was a special peach, I loved it.
What a chagrin it is,
And I plead you never experience this.
Darn you shadows
Unlawfully floating about.
You linger through and through
With all this clout…
But what about my peach I say! That’s important too.
Everything is a clout chaser nowadays,
Even you shadows, even you…