Just as night seemed to tip away
It crawled right back at break of day
And crept upon young Tuckus.
He saw this shade appear and fled
And shrieked as he abandoned bed –
“What is this pocus hocus?!”
The chase was on, all bets were down,
Two step-in-step, no one gained ground,
What could Tuck do to win?
As day wore on the night beast tired,
It shrunk down, getting Tuck inspired,
But it roared back up again.
Tuck could not flee another step
So he turned to face this schlep
And also turned the battle.
Now the chasing is his turn,
Though one wonders when he’ll learn
He’s after nothing but his shadow.
Drawn by Kyle.