My Copycat

    “My Copycat,” Friend, Sept. 1988, 30

    My Copycat

    I lift my arm

    And let it fall—

    So does my shadow

    On the wall.

    I shake my foot

    And pat my knee;

    My shadow-self

    Just mimics me.

    I skip about;

    I hop and run.

    My shadow joins

    In unison.

    Should I do this—

    Or maybe that—

    My shadow is

    A copycat.