Shadows

It is the morning,
And times dragging a bit.
But I wait and I wait,
For the right moment to hit.

"Hello shadow,
We meet again".
I grab my book,
And I grab my pen.

"Its time to show me,
What you can do".
I start jotting down,
And sketching too.

It might be strange,
To sketch out a shadow.
It might be just dark scribbles,
But what else is there though?

The shadow it moves,
In a silky way.
I need to get this all down quick,
As it doesn't come around every day.

A few minutes go by,
And it tells me it must go.
I stand in frustration,
Shouting, "NO!"

It fades away,
Back into the dark.
I click on the light,
And wait for a spark.

A spark of light,
That the shadow will be seen.
I cant believe it left me so fast,
It was very mean.

But I still have my jottings,
And it is almost noon.
I must get on with my day,
"But shadows, please come back soon".