I can be the part of a bird that doesn't fly,
I can float on the sea and am always dry.

See me when the sun is out,
I'll follow as you frolic about.

I'll copy my owner through night and day,
What fun! It makes me so happy, so gay!

But, hey, you call me a copycat?
I have something to say to that!

At my mimicking you frown, maybe sneer,
But remember, copying is my career!

I am but a shadow.


A little poem I dug up from my old notebook. Thought it'd be fun to post it here. ^_^