Do you not see the shadows
at play they only come out
when children go away to their
homes at night for not to be seen
not to give fright to those images
of ghosts and other unseen things
in the minds imagination

Do you not see the shadows
they dance and they sing to one
another to bring that happiness
of kind on the slide the roundabout
for a ride while like angels they
glide easily too fast for the eye
to see but yet their there

Do you not see the shadows
for surely they watch closely
the comings and goings of both
you and I