To Bob Munsch From: Jayna
I can't find a poem about my shadow. do you know any?
Dear Jayna - Here is one I made up just for you.
My shadow in the morning
Is very very long,
But by the time it’s lunchtime
My shadow’s almost gone.
It’s grown again by dinner.
It’s very long and thin.
It gets so big at nighttime.
It lets the stars come in.