Follows Me
He sometimes leads the way
Sometimes he lags behind
Follows me in the day
Has no name but he’s mine
On rainy days he’s gone
He finds another place
He will be dead and lost
Once I've gone to outer space
He notes errs I’m making
He keeps an eye on me
Knows where I am sleeping
He’s in dreams I sometimes see
He’s really not much fun
Has no prominent features
There’s a place he calls home
It is dark and full of creatures
April 13, 2011
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